Emiko Hattori was in a meadow, picking out flowers for her small cottage. She smiled softly as she found a bush full of white roses. She took out her scissors and began to cut, expertly missing the thorns. She had been cut too many times by now to know where her hands had to be. She then felt a looming presence behind her. She breezily swung around, her scissors opened wide so one of the blades was against the person's neck.
"Who are you-" She started before her bright green eyes softened.
"Oh. It's you."
She straightened out of her fighting stance and beamed at her lover. "It is I. What are you doing?" He asked.
She chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? I'm cutting myself some roses. They look so nice in the spring."
Hisoka smirked. "I like red roses better."
"Because red is the color of passion?" She teased.
His smirk turned into a light smile as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She giggled and looked up at him. "Well, my hair is red. So that must be right."
She rested her head against his chest. "You were gone for awhile. What happened?"
Hisoka shrugged. "Nothing really. Just went to a few boring meetings. I won't be going for the next one."
Emiko frowned. "You should. You're just starting out. You should take your new job seriously."
He rolled his eyes. "The boss won't care as long as I go when I must."
She blew a raspberry. "Whatever you say."
Hisoka's amber eyes brightened. "Whatever I say? Will you do whatever I say?"
Emiko blushed bright red. "Hisoka, don't you dare-"
He threw her over his shoulder, making her squeal and pound on his back as he silently walked back toward their cottage. "HISOKA! THE FLOWERS!"
Hisoka chuckled. "Forget them. This is much better."
Emiko covered her face, however she couldn't really complain as they entered the cottage. He set her down on the bed and quickly stole a kiss that nearly took her breath away. "I've missed you." He said softly.
Emiko nearly melted, putting her fingers through his hair. "I missed you too. From the moment you were gone."
He brushed the bangs from her face tenderly. "Good."
She smiled as he pressed his lips against hers again, feeling at bliss.
-Time Lapse -
Emiko felt desperate. She screamed for him to stop. Screamed for him to be himself again. Screamed for him to come back and hold her. She couldn't stop shaking and crying from the sight. So much blood. So much pain and suffering. So much sick ENJOYMENT.
Emiko ran toward her beloved, grabbing his arm. He whirled around, his face dark and twisted. She gasped in terror as his hand wrapped around her neck.
Emiko woke up surrounded by warmth. Emiko snuggled further into him, wrapping her arms tighter around Hisoka's slim waist. He rarely cuddled, but when he did she enjoyed it immensely.
She felt him thread his fingers through her purple hair, caressing it. She hummed, burying her face into his chest, hoping he'd continue. He did and felt him kiss the top of her head.
She dreamily sighed. "I love you."
She felt his chest rumble from his silent laughter. "I love you too, Em."
She peppered his sculpted chest with kisses. "Say it again."
Emiko felt like she had hit the jackpot with him today. First the cuddling, the never ending tender touches, and saying those three words. She knew he loved her, but he never liked to say it much. He usually said it through his eyes. His facial expressions were always readable.
He pressed his lips against her ear and whispered, "I love you."
She shivered in delight and giggled. "Are you hungry?"
He playfully tickled her bare sides, making her laugh hysterically. "Starved."
"HISOKA!" She exclaimed.
He laughed freely, loving her happy expression. He loved how happy she was in general. When he had first met her, he thought she was a delicate little thing. But he was constantly proved wrong. Every time they met again, she got stronger. She was working on her Nen, doing her best to get to his level.
Her father was the one who told her about Nen and found out she was an emitter. They were from the same village and had known each other since they were 12. They were both poor, but the Hattori family was better off. She remembered how they had met. She smiled at the memory.
"What kind of candy do I want?" Young Emiko thought aloud. "Father said I could get anything from the third shelf…"
She then spotted the last Bungee Gum and gasped, reaching out for it. However another pale hand snatched it before she could. She looked up and met a young boy the same age as her. She pouted. "I wanted that!"
The boy narrowed his eyes. "I've waited four months for this. Why would I give this to you?"
She blinked. "Oh. I didn't know." she then smiled. "You can have it! Enjoy!" She then looked again to see what others she could buy. The young boy looked at her with surprise.
"You.. aren't going to fight for this?" He asked.
She didn't even look up. "Why should I? You said you have been waiting four months for it. I'd be a bully if I tried to take it for myself."
The boy was silent.
"So enjoy it. Every last bit of it." She looked up at him and gave him a sweet smile. She then noticed his appearance. He was tall, but scrawny and dirty. He had long red wavy hair that almost reached his shoulders and his amber eyes looked tired.
She straightened and tilted her head to the side curiously. "How old are you?" She asked.
He made his face completely blank. "Who wants to know?"
She puffed out her cheeks in frustration. "A possible friend." she said.
"If you want one." she added.
The boy looked away and sighed. "I'm 12. Almost 13."
Emiko gasped. "Wow. I just turned 12 last week. You're older than me then!"
The boy smirked. "Oh? Thats interesting."
She blinked in confusion. "How so?"
He leaned forward and got close to her face. "Won't I then be allowed to tell you what to do?"
She scowled. "No. Only my parents can."
He straightened, his shoulders jumping up and down as he silently laughed.
"I'll be paying for this now." He said, lifting the package between two of his fingers.
Emiko nodded and waved. "Bye, red head!"
The boy scowled. "Excuse me?"
Emiko pointed to his hair. "Your hair is red."
"I know what color it is." He said, huffing. "I just want to know why you called me that."
"Because I don't know your name." She said, shrugging.
He sighed dramatically. "Hisoka."
She beamed and pointed to herself, "I'm Emiko! Nice to meet you!"
He pursed his lips. "I'll call you Em. Emiko is too long."
She frowned. "How-"
"I'm leaving." He suddenly announced.
He threw money onto the counter and just before he left, he sent Emiko a wink.
Hisoka noticed her glazed over expression. "What are you thinking about?" He asked curiously.
She blinked and looked up at him. "How we met." She said, her eyes shining.
He looked mildly surprised. "You still remember that?"
She scoffed. "Of course I do. You were one of the only kids who talked to me."
He smirked. "You were a very odd child."
She lightly slapped his arm, pouting. "I was a happy and loving child!"
His eyes gleamed with mirth as he whispered, "You still are."
Emiko felt her cheeks warm. She pecked his lips and got out of bed. "I'm going to shower."
"Want me to go with you?" He purred, licking his lips as he looked at her up and down.
She felt herself flush. "I'm fine." She squeaked and rushed into their restroom, hurriedly closing the door behind her.
She could hear him laughing outside the door. "Oh be quiet!" She chided before turning on the shower. She quickly finished and dried herself off. She poked her head out to see if he was still there. She sighed in relief when she didn't see him. She got dressed into a flowy grey dress with sandals and put her purple hair into a messy bun. She put on pink lip stick and went into the kitchen/living room to see what Hisoka was doing. She yelped when she saw he was making breakfast... naked.
"HISOKA! GO CHANGE!" She exclaimed, covering her eyes.
Sure, she had seen him naked many times, but it was still a surprise to see him in the daylight in all his glory.
"No one will see anything." He mused, continuing to make scrambled eggs.
"Now do you want some toast or hashbrowns?" He asked, nonchalant.
She removed her hands and sighed, knowing it was no use. He was proud of his body, it was as simple as that. She then noticed something different. A spider tattoo on his back. Her eyes then widened in recognition. "HISOKA, WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR BACK?!"
He looked at her, blinking. "Hmm?"
She felt sudden anger. "THE SPIDER ON YOUR BACK!"
He nodded in understanding. "Oh. It's fake."
Her anger flared even higher if possible. "DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME-"
He sighed dramatically and reached behind him, ripping it off, showing her that it was just… a piece of paper?
She now looked at him in confusion. "I told you. It isn't even real. It's nen. Dont worry. I know what I'm doing."
That snapped her out of it. "Wait. You are actually a part of the Phantom Troupe?!"
"Yes." He said.
"ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!" She exclaimed. "THAT'S DANGEROUS!"
"I could get stronger."
Emiko clenched her fists. She really wanted to slap him. "You could get yourself killed." She said seriously.
"No, I won't." He said dismissively.
She closed her eyes, holding back her frustrated tears. She wanted him to understand her fear. She loved him after all! Of course she would be worried. Why does he act like he doesn't care?!
She silently turned and walked outside, needing to be away from him.
She went out beside the roses and laid down, taking deep breaths to calm down. She stared at the sky, looking at the clouds. She smiled when she saw a cloud that looked like a bear. She then heard Hisoka walking toward her.
"I don't want to see you right now." She told him. He laid down beside her anyway.
"Then don't look at me. I just don't want you to be alone when you're angry."
She scoffed. "Oh now you care?"
She heard him breathe heavily through his nose. "I do. I just don't see anything wrong with this. I want to get stronger. I want to defeat the boss someday-"
"Don't." She said, her voice slightly cracking. "You'll die."
She felt him move on his side, staring at her. "You know I won't."
She looked at him and noticed that he had thankfully put on some pants. He was staring at her with those soft amber eyes, but she noticed that they held a coldness to them. Not toward her, but it was there. She never noticed this before.
"I don't know anymore. I just want you to be safe." She said.
"I will be safe. Nobody can even punch me in the face." He said, his lips twitching into a smile.
"That could easily change." She said.
He lightly scowled. "Easily? I take offence to that."
She lightly shook her head, turning to him. "You know what I mean. There is always going to be someone bigger and stronger than you."
"And that is what I enjoy." He said. "I would then train to defeat them so I can become stronger. If they are not worth it, then they aren't worth my time."
Emiko shook her head. She then looked at him. "How do you know they are worth your time?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because I'm wondering if you think I am worth your time in a fight."
He blinked in surprise before he laughed. Emiko scowled, feeling hurt. "So I'm not?"
He continued to laugh, making her temper flare up again. Her ten surrounded her and she raised her fist, punching Hisoka right in the jaw, making him instantly stop laughing. His eyes widened in utter shock and disbelief. "It isn't that funny." She said firmly.
She then got up and stormed into the cottage. She slammed the door behind her, her body shaking from fury and adrenaline.
She felt a bit bad for punching her boyfriend, but how could he just laugh at her?! He could have just said she wasn't entirely there yet or just anything else. How he laughed at her… It sounded harsh and mocking to her ears. She paced across the living room floor, slowly calming down. She looked out the window and saw Hisoka still on the ground, now touching his face. She scoffed and went into her hidden cupboard. She took out her bottle of gin and took a swig. She rarely drank, and it was even more rare for her to drink when she was angry. However it seemed today was the start of many firsts.
She went into their little living room and sat on the soft green couch. She took another long sip and put a hand through her hair.
She then heard their front door open and close gently. "You better go back outside right now if you are not sorry." She said tensely.
She heard him sigh and walk over to her. She didn't look at him. She continued to stare at the wall and drink her gin from the bottle.
He got in front of her. She glared at him. "Well?"
He reached out to touch her face but she slapped his hand away. "Hisoka." she warned.
He slightly frowned. She had never rejected his touch before. "Em-"
"Say you're sorry or you are sleeping on the couch tonight."
Hisoka's eyes bulged as his jaw hit the floor. "Couch?" He croaked.
Emiko looked away, huffing. "Are you deaf now?"
Hisoka swallowed hard. "No. I-I just-"
Emiko felt her blood boil and stood up. "Apparently you are not going to say sorry. You know where the extra blankets are."
She started to walk away when Hisoka wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hisoka-"
"I'm sorry." He said softly. So soft that if she wasn't this close to him, she wouldn't have heard him.
Emiko crossed her arms over her chest. "About?"
"About laughing at you and… underestimating you. It won't happen again." He said, sighing heavily.
Emiko lightly smiled. She knew how much he hated admitting that he was wrong. She also had never heard him apologize for anything. She turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you. That meant a lot to me."
He rested his forehead against hers and pecked her lips. "It's rare for someone to punch me in the face. I was pleasantly surprised."
Emiko blinked. "That was pleasant?"
He chuckled. "Yes. Because it shows me that you have a lot of hidden strength."
Emiko lightly smirked and stroked his face. "There are a lot of things about me that you don't know."
Hisoka raised an eyebrow. "Care to share?"
She giggled and kissed his nose. "Nope."
She pulled away from him and picked up the bottle. "I'm going to put this away."
"Where did that come from?" He asked curiously.
Emiko sent him a wink. "A hidden cupboard."
Hisoka looked mildly surprised. "Really? How long have you been hiding that?!"
Emiko tapped her lip as if she was thinking. "Mmm.. 3 years?"
"And you never cared to share?"
"I don't like sharing." she sang.
He was suddenly in front of her and lifted her bridal style, making her squeal in surprise. "Neither do I. You're always going to be mine, understand?" He said.
Emiko softened and kissed him softly while putting her free hand through his hair tenderly, "Ditto."
He slowly put her down and playfully took away the bottle of gin. He took a sip, making Emiko whine. Hisoka nearly choked from the taste.
"Why is it so bitter?!" He exclaimed.
"So it can match my soul." She said cheekily.
He chuckled and took another sip, cringing. "Well then maybe I'd like another taste." He said, looking at her with hooded eyes.
Emiko flushed. "You already had your fill! Let's go into town."
Hisoka put the bottle on the counter and slowly made his way toward her. Emiko giggled and began to run. She heard Hisoka laugh as he chased after her. She put chairs behind her, hoping to block him. However he breezily moved past them with ease and grace. She rounded a corner and hid, making sure to hide her presence using nen.
When he saw that she wasn't there, he tsked. "Now, Now, Em. That is cheating."
Emiko grinned. When his back was fully turned, she swiftly jumped on his back, making them propel forward onto the couch. Hisoka tried to catch himself, but he landed face first anyways. Emiko laughed hysterically and quickly rolled off of him. She pointed and laughed as he got up and fixed his hair with a huff. She was happy to see that his cheeks were a light shade of pink. "Not so graceful now, are you?"
He sat down and smirked. He beckoned her over with a finger. "I could easily redeem myself if you let me."
Emiko rolled her eyes. "Put on a shirt, we are going to town. I need to go grocery shopping."
Hisoka playfully sulked. "You're no fun."
"Can't have your way all the time." She said.
He let out a rumbled laugh, "Yes, ma'am."
He went into their room and got properly dressed. He put his hair up, making Emiko pout. She had always told him she loved his hair down. But having his hair up was like his trademark.
They smiled at each other and began to walk into town a mile or so down the road.
_Time Laspe_
Emiko sneezed hard against a tissue, blowing her nose before sniffling and groaning. "Are you feeling any better?" Hisoka asked, frowning.
Emiko glared at him. "Do I look any better?"
Hisoka chuckled and sat next to her on the bed. He caressed her hair and kissed her temple. "Do you need any more medicine? I could go buy some for you."
Emiko waved a hand. "I'm fine. I have enough. I think I need to-"
She hurriedly grabbed another tissue before aggressively sneezing again.
"Sleep it off." She continued, her voice hoarse.
Hisoka nodded. "First take a bath. Clean off the sick germs."
Emiko whimpered and put an arm over her puffy eyes. "I don't want to get up."
Hisoka smirked. "Do you want me to carry you?"
Emiko made a face. "No."
Hisoka laughed and pulled her arm away. "You need to wash off. It'll make you feel better."
"No." She said, almost to the point of whining.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, amused.
She sighed heavily and opened her eyes. "Fine." She said, sounding annoyed. "Move over."
He got up and covered his mouth to hold back a laugh. She struggled to get out of bed, but managed. Every time Hisoka would try to help she would either glare at him or slap his hand away weakly.
She stood up slowly and walked to the bathroom. "Are you going to take any clothes?" He asked, his shoulders jumping up and down from a silent laughter.
He heard her let out a loud groan in anguish. "I'll bring them in." He said. He then heard her make a small noise in thanks. She started the bath and set it to the right temp. A little colder than normal, but still warm. She stripped and slowly got into the tub. She sighed in content, finally feeling cool. Hisoka brought in a thin white nightgown that had short sleeves. "Is this okay? I know white usually keeps away heat."
Emiko smiled tiredly at him. "Thank you."
He nodded and set that down with a pair of underwear. "I'll make you some green tea."
She closed her eyes and just let herself relax. She felt so cool and so good.
She never wanted to leave the tub. She unknowingly fell asleep in the tub. Hisoka came in with some nice cold green tea. "Em." He said, putting the cup down to go over to her. She was sleeping soundly. He lightly shook her shoulder. "Em."
She grumbled and turned her head away. He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Come on, it's time to wake up." He whispered in her ear.
She did nothing. He grinned mischievously and lightly bit her ear, making her jerk awake.
"Why did you do that?!" She whined loudly, annoyed. "I was dreaming!"
Hisoka squatted and rested his arms against the tub, tilting his head to the side. "And what were you dreaming about?"
"Not being sick." She answered with a pout.
He shook his head. "Well, you fell asleep. Wash up and I'll help you get into bed. Your tea is also ready."
She nodded. "Okay…"
He got up and kissed her head. "I'll be in the bedroom if you need me."
He then walked out for her to wash herself. She quickly washed her body and hair before she got out and dried herself. She felt a little better, but still felt drained. She put on her clothes and brushed her wet hair before putting it into a bun on the top of her head so it didn't bother her.
She opened the door and saw Hisoka laying on the bed. However she saw he had changed the sheets. She softened. He was the model boyfriend when it came to taking care of her. He was always thinking of her. She crawled into bed and took a sip of her tea. She smiled. "Thank you." She said, taking his hand with her free one to kiss his knuckles. He nodded. "Finish that up and go to sleep, okay?"
She chuckled lightly, not wanting to cough. "You don't have to tell me twice."
She quickly finished the green tea and laid on her back with only a thin sheet over her. Hisoka put a hand over her forehead. "Your fever is going down." He said, nodding with satisfaction.
She stroked his arm. "Because of you."
He smiled softly at her and lovingly pinched her cheek. She soon fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Emiko woke up to find herself alone. It has been a week after she had the fever and she felt more like herself everyday. She could now breathe normally, she didn't have a handful of snot up her nose, and the cough was nearly gone. Her throat was still scratchy.
She turned over and saw Hisoka had left her a note.
"I went to go get you some cherry cough drops and bungee gum."
3 Hisoka
Emiko smiled. She hadn't had any bungee gum in a while. She knew Hisoka always had a stash somewhere in the house but could never find it.
She got up and took a shower. She let her hair down and got into a pair of faded blue jeans and a white tank top with a pair of black combat boots.
She decided today was a nice day to go outside and garden while she waited for Hisoka to come back. She had been stuck in the house for so long, she was yearning to have the sun on her face and feel the gentle breeze go through her hair.
She took a pair of scissors and a basket with her as she walked outside into the ever loving Spring day. She went further into the meadow and found a spot where the flowers were blooming beautifully. She got on her knees and began to cut the daisies and dandelions with care.
She continued her search for a variety of flowers. She knew that if Hisoka came back, he would know where to find her.
Soon she found all of the flowers she believed were suitable and began to walk back to the cottage. She then noticed the door was open. She scowled in confusion.
"Hisoka?" She called.
She heard a gasp and someone drop something onto the floor. Emiko gulped. That was obviously not Hisoka.
She put the flowers down onto the kitchen counter and slowly walked toward their room. The person was not good at concealing their presence at all. She could hear the person breathing hard behind the door.
She swung it open forcefully and suddenly felt something hit her head. She tumbled to the ground, her vision suddenly blurry. She saw the intruder drop the object and saw that it was the horse statue that her cousin had given her for Christmas when she was 14.
She saw the person start to run, but she grabbed the person's foot and dragged them down with her.
She then realized the intruder was a man. A tall man who was frail as a post.
She felt something dripping down her face. A part of her knew it was her blood but she tried not to focus on that.
She sat up and grabbed the intruder by his coat. He gasped and shoved himself away from her. He suddenly ran and grabbed something from the dresser. He aimed it at her.
She then realized it was a gun.
"Put your hands over your head!" He yelled, his voice shaky.
"Get out." She said softly.
She didn't want Hisoka to see the intruder and hurt him. She knew how protective he got.
"What?" The intruder asked, confused.
"Get. Out." She grit out, feeling light headed. She felt like the world was spinning. He must have hit her hard.
He gulped and opened his mouth several times before he puffed out his chest and practically forced himself to say, "Not until I get all of your riches."
Emiko tried to sit up normally. "DON'T MOVE!" The man yelled, taking off the safety.
Emiko froze. Although that was hard in its own right. She didn't know if she was sitting still or swaying.
"Okay." She said slowly.
The man's hand was shaking so badly, she could hear it. Her vision was slowly returning, but she still felt light headed.
She unconsciously put a hand to her head to see if the bleeding had stopped when the man pressed the trigger. She screamed as the bullet narrowly missed her and hit the wall behind her.
The man looked shocked and stared at the gun. He dropped it and hid his hands from view. "I'm so-"
They both then heard the front door burst open. "EMIKO?!"
Emiko gasped. "Go!" She told the man.
The man looked confused until the bedroom door was thrown open. Hisoka first looked at Emiko struggling to sit up with blood in her hair, on her face and some on the floor. He then looked at the man and the gun on the floor. Hisoka's face became dark. Dark, unforgiving, and sinister. It was all over for the intruder. Hisoka slowly walked over to the man, a dark purple aura began to flow toward the man, making him freeze in fear. "Hisoka NO!" Emiko yelled desperately as Hisoka grabbed the imposter's neck, throwing him against the mirror with such a force that the glass shattered with a clash and there was a dent in the wall. The man's head was bleeding profusely and he moaned in pain. Hisoka smirked, his eyes turning wild, almost hungry as he caught sight of the blood. He licked his lips and clenched the man's neck harder, making the man kick his legs.
"Hisoka!" Emiko called again, trying to get up but it was still hard to without swaying or falling.
"Please. Stop." She begged. She didn't want this. She didn't want such violence in their home. She began to cry, big fat tears traveled down her face.
The intruder touched Hisoka's wrist, trying to pry it off of his neck to get air. However Hisoka menacingly laughed. "Oh." He purred. "I am going to enjoy this."
He lifted the man and raised his hand to give the man a gaping hole in his stomach to take out his liver. He suddenly felt someone grab his shoulder. Emiko said firmly, "Sto-"
However before she could finish her sentence the man was dropped onto the floor and before she knew it, she was pressed against the wall in the same position the intruder was in before. She gasped, trying to breathe but Hisoka was holding onto her too tight. His nails dug into her skin, making her whimper. She kicked and flailed. She knew she could easily get out of his hold, but she didn't want to hurt him. She couldn't hurt him.
"H-Hisoka." She grit out, trying to get him to hear her voice.
She didn't let any fear show, even though for the first time it gripped her heart. She had never been scared of him before. But she had never seen him like… this.
She didn't know what to do except from him at this point. His eyes were void of the Hisoka she loved. This one was crazed, power hungry, and took delight in suffering. Who was he?
She tried not to lose hope. She was starting to lose her vision again, fast.
"Stop." She whispered.
He laughed. "How pathetic. You're too weak to fight me."
"Then let me go." She managed to say.
He gripped her tighter, making her wheeze as she now had basically little to no air.
He put his face into her neck and gave it a long lick. Emiko jerked, repulsed and feeling sick.
"Oh I'd love to take a bite out of you."
A part of her just wanted to let go. To just become unconscious and die at his hand. She didn't know if she could see him like this anymore.
She sent him a glare and with some strength she tried to kick him, but all it did was make him laugh harshly.
She could no longer think straight. Not enough blood or oxygen was getting to her brain. She felt like everything was beginning to shut down.
She looked at him one more time, this time making sure to look into his eyes, hoping to find the Hisoka she loved one more time.
"Bye, Red head." She whispered softly as she let herself go. At least she said good bye.
HISOKA'S POV
I could feel the life leaving her, I can feel the fear radiating off of her in soft waves and how her heart is beating so hard, fighting to survive. I loved this feeling. Oh how I've missed this. The tantalizing smell of her blood mixing with the man's. Mmmmmm... it sure knows how to make a man salivate in ecstasy.
I tightened my grip and pressed my face into her neck. I took a long lingering lick against her neck. I almost shivered. She tasted so good. All of that fear, all of that disgust… All for me.
I saw her look at me with those big opal eyes, studying me, as if trying to look deep into my soul. I could feel her starting to give up, to let go.
She parted her lips and whispered, "Bye, Red head."
Before she completely let herself go limp and becoming unconscious.
I felt something within me click. A memory. Of when we first met. Us. Emiko.
My mind suddenly cleared and my eyes widened in realization.
EMIKO!
I quickly let go of her and carried her bridal style. I felt desperate, guilty, horrified, and hateful toward myself. How could I have done this? To her? She never deserved this.
I quickly put her on the bed and saw that she had bruises all over her neck. The bleeding had stopped, now crusted all over her hair and some on her face.
I looked at the man on the floor. He was still breathing. I felt hate toward him rise into my chest. I wanted to snap his head right off his body, but knew I needed to focus on Em.
I rushed into the bathroom and got a wet warm towel, placing it gently on her head to wipe off the blood.
I gently washed her face and neck with care, my hands lightly shaking. How could I have done this? How could I let myself get that far gone?
I put a bandage around her head and checked her breathing. She was breathing softly, so soft I could barely tell but I knew she would be alright in time.
I then gently laid her on her side and put the covers over her delicate body. I put a glass of water beside her and some bread, just in case she woke up. I caressed her cheek before turning toward the man. I had to do something about him.
I picked up the man and threw him over my shoulder carelessly. I walked down the path into town. I saw an alley and dropped him onto the ground, making him groan in pain. I clenched my fists. I wanted to kill him so badly. He deserved to die for what he did, but Emiko would never forgive me if I did. She would never look at me to same way again. I then smirked. However, I could still beat him to the pulp and then leave him when he is a breath away from death. I really enjoyed that idea. I crouched, waiting for him to wake up, wanting to give him the scare of his life. My eyes gleamed with excitement. Oh I couldn't wait for the screams.
Omniscient POV
Emiko could feel herself starting to wake up. However her eyes were heavy and it was hard for her to breathe. Her neck was unbelievably sore and achy along with her head. Flashes of what happened a few hours prior made tears spring in her eyes. She hoped it was all a dream. She began to cry, fearing that if she were to wake up, it would all be a reality. That these aches were from a headache and her neck because she was sick again. She felt someone come into the room and her eyes sprang open. Hisoka's face washed over with relief. "You're awake."
He smiled and began to walk over. Emiko tensed. "How are you feeling?"
Hisoka raised a hand to check her temperature when he saw her flinch. "Don't touch me." Emiko rasped, glaring at him fiercely.
Hisoka swallowed hard, sadness and fear gripping him. "I'm so sorry…" He said softly.
"I-I didn't mean-"
"Get out." She said, closing her eyes. He could tell she couldn't bear to look at him.
He felt his heart sink. "Em-"
"No." she said hoarsely. She pointed to the door. "Out."
Hisoka began to panic. "Emiko, please. Listen-"
She shot him a glare and wordlessly pointed to her neck. It was worse than before. It was now colored with a sickly yellow with purples and blues. He looked at the floor. For once, he hated his handy work.
"I love y-"
"Don't." she whispered, her voice cracking. "Just go."
It was getting so hard for her to speak, but she needed him gone. It was all too much. She saw Hisoka's shoulders drop. He was quiet for a few moments.
"I'll go then."
He grabbed his belongings and before he left, he looked at her one more time.
"I'll miss you."
Emiko closed her eyes tightly and a lone tear streamed down her cheek. She felt like an elephant was on her chest from the pain of him leaving. He then saw that she was not going to answer and walked out of the house, locking the door before gently closing the door behind him.
Emiko freely let herself cry now. She still loved him. She didn't want him to go and yet she wanted him to at the same time. She was fearful of him now. That could not be helped. She needed time to herself now.
She looked on the side and saw that he had left her a glass of water with advil tablets and two slices of bread. He left a note with a simple heart symbol and an -H at the bottom. She grabbed the water and took a tentative sip. The cool water felt so good and yet horrible against her throat. She was so sore but the coolness helped. She then took a few pieces of bread and forced herself to chew them before taking two tablets and downing them with the water.
She caressed the sticky note with tenderness before laying back down. Before she drifted into sleep she whispered, "I'll miss you more."
**END OF PART 1**
Hi everyone! I haven't been on for awhile and haven't even updated my last story Focused. However, I have been holding onto this story for so long and wanted to post it. Hisoka is a bit more OC so if that bothers you, I'm sorry. I hope you will enjoy this ride with me and subscribe for more!