Chris: Hello all! Yes, another fanfiction from your writer, Chris! You all seemed to love my Bon and Bon series, woot woot! And I've had this one in my mind for a while.

Synopsis: A young Hisoka, abused in his every day life, only wants a friend. A demon decides he will grant that wish, that he will become a friend to him, if he admits to a contract. Those years have passed, and now Hisoka works up in Meifu, but Hisoka seems to be keeping a dark secret from Tsuzuki. What happens if that demon decides to return, to take his prize, and will Tsuzuki be able to save the young teenager?

Ok, once again, the first chapter is rather short because… well just because! In any case, enjoy!

Prologue

The darkness swirled around him, as if threatening to suck him in and never let go. It suffocated the young child, wrapping its evil hands around his throat and slowly choking. No part of the deep basement was safe from its hold.

The child, a small age of six or seven, sat in the corner. Watching this evil float about him. He made no movement, his eyes merely staring straight ahead. Slowly he brought his legs up to his chest, wrapping his tiny arms around them; head lowering so only his eyes could peak from behind them.

Once again he was thrown into this dungeon, this place of horror and sorrow. He didn't know why, didn't know what he had done wrong, but whatever it was had led him back to this place. His parent's thought of him as a demon, something not to be trusted, something to be hated, and this was his punishment for being a monster.

'I'm a monster.'

A creature that deserves no love, no sort of kindness. Some try, but never succeed. They say it was because of his eyes. His large emerald eyes that seemed to pierce right through a person, almost like looking into the individuals soul. Those eyes that knew when you were lying, when you were afraid. Thos eyes that knew how you felt, and what your dark past was.

Those same eyes that could tell your entire deepest darkness secret's even before you knew they existed.

He had never really been shown any kind of love, nothing that he could remember anyways. Probably when he was a baby, but nothing more. He guessed though that perhaps, maybe, they were right. Why should a being like he deserve what should rightfully be given to normal people? He didn't do any type of work to prove that he was worth their time and love, so maybe it was for the best?

And yet the child inside of him, the thing longing to get out, finally did. Curling up tighter Hisoka buried his face into his legs, hands clawing into his skin, and his shoulders began to shake. Warm tears flowed down his face, a small hiccup escaping his lips.

"I want to be loved." He muttered voice hoarse from the lack of speaking he had ever done in his life. "I want to be wanted. I want to have a friend, just like everyone else!"

Something brushed up against him. Shocked, Hisoka jumped, back slamming into the wall. His parents couldn't be back to pick him up yet, he was just thrown down there!

Eyes scanning the dark room he began to relax. No one was there. Maybe it was his imagination. Relaxing slightly he leaned back, letting his head rest up against the wall. His fears subsiding, he began to breath normally again.

Suddenly, before his very eyes, the darkness began to move. The child watched, too memorized to be scared, as it began to take shape in front of him. The darkness moved about, but made no attempt to take any physical form. Shocked, Hisoka pressed himself against the wall harder, as if trying to flee through the wall in some way to escape the creature in front of him.

'You want a friend.'

Hisoka stopped. It had talked? And yet he didn't see a mouth, and he didn't hear the voice from his ears. It was almost as if the creature was speaking into his mind.

'You want a friend?'

Finally the child nodded, still tensed, ready to flee to the basement door whenever he saw even the slightest bit of movement from the creature in front of him.

'Then I shall become your friend.'

His gaze brightened. "You will!" He cried.

'Yes, on one condition.'

Hisoka listened carefully, leaning in slightly to hear. After a few moments he stood straight, taking out a hand, and nodding.

"I agree."

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Chris: Yes, very short, but prologues usually are. The next chapter will hopefully be A LOT longer. Usually most of my chapter's are five to six pages long. Heh. Yeah, not that much, but its good right! Well, hopefully you liked, and will review. Thank you for checking this out in any case!

See you next time!