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He has been called many names before, the jester, the magician, and the joker.

Hisoka would smile at that, for those names made him look approachable. And he knew he was anything but approachable.

He was death on legs.

Now that was a more suitable name for him, he thought amusingly with a leer.

He remembered how it all started. It was one of the games he invented as a kid, he called it; "How long would it take death to show up?"

He would chew on his bungee gum and inspect people around him, guessing and estimating how long it would take him to have them breathing their last lungful of air…

Sometimes, a bulky guy would take him five minutes, a slender man would take him two, and so on the game continued...

After a while, he became insatiable as the lust in him grew and the need to know for sure became more than what he can take.

The game became too easy for him, no one seemed to give him that lustful pleasure anymore, and he needed a higher dosage of the drug.

The thought came to him as he dug his teeth into a helpless ripe apple.

He called his new game; "The chase".

The chase was an interesting game indeed. He hunted down a prey with potential, stalking them and watching them as they spread their wings until they become in their prime.

He then took it in his own hands to cut those wings, before they could fly out of his grasp.

The thrill of the chase was maddening; it was the rush he needed to survive the boredom.

Hisoka licked his lips with enthusiasm as he stared down at his newest ripe fruit standing with vengeance in his eyes.

Hisoka was getting eager, and he was trying hard to control the high, while "not yet…NOT yet" kept circling his already scattered brain…

The kid was always surprising him, getting him to a state similar of nirvana.

The climax was close…

The lust was exploding in his body as he arched his back in satisfaction.

Gon is defiantly worth the chase…