I rushed the ending, this has been sitting in my drafts forever, we all love the psychopath
You had finally returned from work, glad to have the weekend to yourself. Letting yourself inside your flat and tossing the key into your bag, you dropped it to the ground to remain forlorn and forgotten until Monday morning.
But already, something was... Weird. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but something felt different about your home. A heavy, uneasy feeling washed over your insides, eyes scanning the hallway for telltale signs of a break in or intruder, of which there were zero.
Sighing, you amounted it to exhaustion and continued to decompress. You slipped out of your shoes, kicking them to the skirting board before wrestling with your jacket buttons as you walked. Office work was so tedious, it bored you. You needed something new and fun.
The fixtures were half off by the time you got into the kitchen, and the jacket had been slid off your arms once you made it to the fridge. Reaching for the fridge handle, you stalled, the atmosphere continuing to bug you. Trying to concentrate your senses on detecting signs of life, a soft call of your name alerted you to the window, bolted shut. Bunching the business garment in your hand, you frowned as you peered through the glass panes, confident there was nothing wrong and you were just anxious or something. Spinning round with a shake of your head, you rolled your eyes before bumping into something.
"Fuck," you breathed abruptly, holding your hand over your heart to catch your breath whilst your eyes adjusted. There was nothing there in front of you, but you knew exactly who was there, up to his old tricks again.
Suddenly, there was a cool, gentle blow to the shell of your ear, knocking you off centre for a moment. Spinning, you were honestly not expecting to see him so soon and yet you managed to utter a single word through your fright, riding out your hammering lungs. "Creep."
"My my, aren't you polite?"
The clown took a moment to take in your huge eyes glaring up at him, tilting his head in his shameless staring at your laboured breaths heaving your chest up and down.
Sighing with your bottom lip bitten, there was a hum of acknowledgement from you, telling him that you didn't care. Dragging your stockings down your legs, you scrunched them up and threw them in the washer, avoiding his golden gaze at all costs. Of course, those eyes of his followed every single movement you made, despite you acting completely blind to him. He continued to lap up your body from the doorway when you stormed into your bedroom across the way. You shimmied out of your skirt, leaving it to pool at your feet whilst unbuttoning your dirty shirt.
Hisoka was seriously enjoying your aggressive behaviour, the violent flicks and throwing of your clothes around the room. Snickering, his tall body leaning against the door frame was beginning to piss you off more; everytime you caught it in the corner of your eye. It's like he couldn't tell how you felt!
However, finally undressed, the uniform was thrown into the washing basket, leaving you in your underwear for him to lewdly gawp at as you searched for some pyjamas. Hisoka was totally brazen in his leering, groaning audibly as knots tied in his gut, merely tingling his nether region.
All you had done was bend over your bed to grab the t shirt from the night prior, cheeks smiling at him, when there was a long draw of breath all of a sudden. You weren't sure how he did it, but he could be beside you within seconds as if he teleported, hands all over you since he couldn't keep them to himself. You sighed, letting his palms knead at your hips and thighs as you pulled the oversized garment over your head.
"Have you had a difficult day, Dear?"
The jester's voice was sickly sweet against your ear, volume never creeping above a low, deep volume. He was elbowed away when his hand attempted to dip downwards, grin penetrating your tired mind.
"Move, Hisoka."
Chuckling, he tried again, desperately seeking to push your buttons. His arms went right around your waist this time, pulling you close.
"Let me help you-"
"Fun's over," you snapped, unravelling his strong arms despite him definitely being able to win you over physically.
Rolling his golden eyes through a hitched groan, there was a sudden flare of rage vibrating through your skin and onto his, causing his breath to catch in his throat. You were so much more powerful than you knew. You didn't know this, but you were born as a natural nen user. As it stood, it seemed that you could sense it but not see it. That was why Hisoka kept you around... Or why he kept himself around you, at least. He wanted to watch you grow and develop your talent, once you found out.
There was also the attention you gave him of course, but that wasn't his main reason.
Even when you went back into the kitchen, your aura was still so full of malice.
"Are you angry with me, Darling?" he jeered, licking his lips in a sick motion. He followed you, crossing his arms with a shameless simper. "Hmm, you aren't subtle you know, radiating red hot heat like that."
His odd praise was met with a huff, your ass slamming down on a dining chair, eyes fixing on his.
"I thought your arms got ripped off, when you were being smacked around some by that Kastro," you hissed, snorting at him like a bull. "They seem fine to me. Why don't you put them to good use and open the front door over there. You can let yourself out while you're at it."
His own gaze was hypnotic, gripping you through the light chuckle, his aura slightly nipping at yours like his sharp tongue licking a smidge along your lips to tease entry. You couldn't help it, but when his energy began to drown your brain like a heavy weight in hot sludge, it calmed you in a sedating sort of way. You were so angry, but so lazy and so sensitive. It got you. He got you. Every fucking time.
Why was he always there when you felt like this?
Taking a seat at your table, he sighed, honestly considering leaving. You were being boring now, letting him subdue you like this.
But you looked so beautiful, so enchanting when you sat maddogging him like that, despite your body feeling weak.
"I'm fine by the way, thanks for asking," he jibed, smile growing wider.
"Why are you here?" Ugh. That wide, cheshire cat smile again. "Actually, I don't care. You'll only lie anyway."
"You know, all this talk about me being dishonest is hurting my feelings-"
"Isn't there other women you can go and bug?"
"No," he stated rather coldly. Your eyes blew up in surprise as a card formed neatly between his two first fingers, right beside your face. It was unsuspecting, just bendy, shiny card flashing between his fingers. How did he get so close to you so quickly?
"I decided that I wanted to spend my evening with you, my Dear."
Realising how close you were all of a sudden, you collected yourself and pulled back from the chair with all your strength, exuding only a simple lilted hum.
"Ugh, who'd want to spend the night with you anyway, Hisoka?" Crossing your arms, you leant against the kitchen counter, looking around the room for anything other than him. "Freak."
"Oh, 'freak' is it, now? Funny how you never say that when you're writhing beneath me, begging me to-"
His teasing was cut off with a clean slap to the face.
Presenting the card to you sideways, the narrow edge slid up your throat, grazing your skin very lightly as he settled it beneath your chin, tilting it backwards to face him.
"Seems pretty normal, hm?"
You looked up at him with a hint of uncertainty that he felt. Watching intently as the card danced between his fingers suddenly you noticed what looked like pink smoke igniting. The card was razor sharp, and the reflection in your expressive eyes proved beyond a shadow of a doubt you had seen it. "You saw it, didn't you? You saw my nen... It would take but a drop of nen to cut your head off, Love." Clawing his fingers from your throat to your sternum, you swallowed, a bulge swimming down your neck. Strained breath bulged into his fingers, long and slender and befitting of such a graceful man as himself.
"Do it then," you hissed, a hint of danger flashing over your gaze. "I dare you."
You'd done it now. Despite having you in a tight choke hold, his hand was dainty against your hot skin, begging for him to release his grip as you hovered over the floor. Cheeks flushing as your legs thrashed, breath gasping whilst your feet worked desperately to kick him in his groin or that tiny waist. Cards flew over like the wind plucking feathers from a bird in flight. Long nails scraped at his hand, small pangs of pain initially exciting him further and causing him to keep a steady grip on your throat until your brushes of the fingers weakened, lack of oxygen kicking in. Nothing seemed to be bothering him, just his cold, hard gaze on your helpless expression.
"Hii... Soka..." you groaned, unable to make much noise.
Then the leering stopped. Your body dropped, landing in a pile below. Heaving for breath on the floor, he simply stared at you, mentally unable to process your pain and shock, concerned only with the fact you had stopped pulling such a beautiful face during your fight for air. "You idiot," you rasped, tone wavering and hoarse. "You could have killed me, I have half a brain to stick one of those bastard cards inside your skull-!" Lunging forward, he smashed his lips against yours, humming in his usual sensual fashion. Nen prickled at your lips, gnashing lightly at the sensitive skin there. Cupping his jaw, you reciprocated a little, tasting the cherry on his breath and sliding your palms down his neck onto his chest to grab fistfuls of his cropped top. Splaying your fingers out, they pushed him backwards far enough to create swiping space, enough to connect your closed fist with his mouth.
Bone may have cracked, yet a satisfied gasp tumbled from his throat, strained growling not far behind. You may have got the first hit in, but the second hit air, dusty powder rippling around your arm like a waterfall. Him and his bastard tricks again. "Don't mess with me, you dirty clown!!"
Spinning round, your vision faded to black.
He'd hit you pretty hard. Coming to, your entire body ached, pins and needles stabbing you all over. You weren't even at home anymore, instead a gorgeous bedroom was laid out before you, befitting of a luxorious apartment.
The sound of his lips squeaking interrupted you, clarity eventually coming together.
"You're strong, but you aren't that strong... So I brought you back here to... Toughen you up."
"Where are we?"
"Heavens Arena, you've got thirty days to train for your fight."
Standing up from his seat, he walked over to the bed to look you over. "By me, of course... I don't enjoy seeing such power go to waste."