Full Story Summary: In this AU, Hisoka is a High School Year 2 Student and Gon is his underclassman who recently entered the same school. They both attend N.I.H – Netero International High School, an accomplished institution for potential genius Hunters. As a member of one of the top gangs in that school, it is well known that Hisoka is a delinquent and a troublemaker. Like complete opposites, Gon struggles to endure school life while Hisoka revels in leading a problematic life. Hisoka has the potential to be a top student but is bored by the regimented nature of schoolwork and chooses to pass his time by either fighting or watching Gon from the shadows – always nearby but just out of sight. He wants to own him...control him, there is no doubt about that, but will the day ever come when he lets his desires become known to his unsuspecting target?
Characters: Hisoka, Gon, Killua, Phantom Troupe (Kuroro, Nobunaga, Phinks, Machi, Kortopi, Shalnark, Shizuku, Feitan, Pakunoda)
A/N: This is a gift work for one of my friends, fulfilling a request for a story based on obsession / stalking. She has given permission to share it with the fandom so I'm posting it. Merry Christmas Candice :3
It wasn't requested to be a romance and might be a bit dark (with some humor) because Hisoka is crazy and I don't know what he'll do. Maybe there'd be romance eventually (well there might be an obsessive romance if Hisoka's efforts pay off)?
N.B.: Here, Hisoka (and every Troupe member mentioned) is 15/16 and Gon / Killua is 14/15.
DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ANY OF THE WARNINGS LISTED BELOW (BECAUSE THEY WILL SHOW UP EVENTUALLY) ...
Story Warnings: Yaoi× Yuri x Emotional Manipulation × Obsessive Behavior × Graphic Sex Scenes (Male + Female / Yaoi) × Oral Sex × Non-Consensual Oral Sex × Non-Consensual Kissing × Masturbation× Sadism × Blow jobs × Cursing x Mental Instability x Dub Con
Chapter Warning: No warnings, except cursing, some violence and obsessive behavior.
Chapter Summary: Hisoka's "interests" indirectly causes trouble for the rest of the gang…
Chapter Dictionary: [[Sound]]
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Yoshihiro Togashi. I do not claim ownership of any of the characters mentioned.
I'm laughing (you'll see why)... Please enjoy!
Chapter One: Delinquents
IT WAS LUNCHTIME, BUT HISOKA'S thoughts were far removed from the bland plate of steamed beans, carrots and white rice in front of him.
Hm
With a deep frown, he pushed aside his plate that was the school cafeteria's lunch offering for the day. Right at that moment, he wanted to be eating something else.
Gon-kun…
Ohhhh Gon-kun~
His stomach growled and his eyes narrowed like a predator preparing to make a kill. Looking at his favorite muse was doing strange things to him again and the anticipation of tasting, of feeling that delightfully smooth caramel-colored skin beneath his tongue made his appetite peak.
Nice...~
He licked his lips, his eyes focused intensely on, and never once leaving their target.
Oh Gon Freecs...~you're only in your first year, but ohhh~ you're nice...so nice indeed…Maybe it's time, maybe today is the day...—one corner of his lips lifted in an evil half-smirk—Should I really tell you how much I want you? How I've wanted you for years? ~
Hisoka tapped his chin thoughtfully, pondering this as his eyes shifted upward to study Gon's face carefully. Mmm and what is this, you're wearing that rather interesting expression on your face today again~
Gon frowned deeper and his breath hitched as if Gon's pain made him want him even more. "You're so sad aren't you? ~ " he asked under his breath as his eyes settled on the frown tugging Gon's lips downward.
And whilst those golden eyes continued to gaze unashamedly, a few tables away at the other end of the crowded dining hall sat the subject of their attention, totally oblivious to this lustful perusal and just how close he had come many times to Hisoka acting on the dark desires hidden from him.
Gon knew nothing of what Hisoka wanted to do to his body if given the chance, of his feelings or how much the other loved looking at and imagining all the ways to ruin him.
And today especially, Gon seemed not only unaware of Hisoka's lust, but of everything around him as he sat there, looking down at his food but not eating.
Despite being surrounded by a lively group of noisy classmates who occasionally poked at him and threw their steamed beans at each other, the young man took no part in their activities or amiable conversation. Instead, he wore a distant, sad expression on his face that Hisoka was convinced no one other than him noticed, or knew the reason for.
Just then, another boy joined him at that table and the persistent frown on Gon's face disappeared somewhat, replaced now with a ghostly smile.
It was Hisoka's turn to frown now as he eyed the young man with the short, fluffy white hair that he usually saw at Gon's side; the only one that Gon seemed to smile for anymore.
Stop smiling at him Gon...
Hisoka watched sourly as the once vacant chair next to Gon was soon occupied and one slim, pale arm lightly draped itself over the back of Gon's chair.
The white-haired intruder quickly placed and opened the homemade bento box he had been carrying on the table between them then leaned closer as if describing the different things inside.
Golden eyes focused on the hand that seemed to be edging closer to Gon's back.
Unknown...
I have to keep it unknown…
I can't act...my intentions need to remain unknown to Gon and I—damn...it all!
Reminding himself of his objectives seemed not to be working this time and Hisoka felt his control slipping away.
His hands balled into tight fists on the table and he suppressed the desire to go over to where Gon was and drag him off somewhere where he could fuck him until the younger man confessed to him loudly, over and over again who he really belonged to.
Me, Gon...you belong to me...you're mine, no one else's...
It was not right, he was the only one Gon was supposed to smile for, the only one who was supposed to touch—
He gasped and his eyes narrowed to slits when the same boy touched Gon's shoulder and leaned forward to whisper something in his ear that had Gon smiling genuinely this time.
Gon…
Stop it!
Stop encouraging him!
You know who you belong to.
Your friend seems to be having a slight problem keeping his hands to himself.
I'm the only one who's supposed to touch you Gon. You probably forgot yet but you will be reminded soon enough.
Hisoka ground his teeth when the hand on Gon's shoulder idly drifted down to the middle of his back as Gon leaned forward to take a spoonful of whatever it was the other was offering.
He watched Gon open his mouth somewhat reluctantly and as the spoon Killua was holding went to his lips, Hisoka clenched his fist. Apparently, Gon's friend had just succeeded in getting him to start eating and that victorious smile accompanied by an unmistakably accomplished look in cerulean eyes made Hisoka's blood boil.
Gon is eating from another boy's lunch...
Gon is smiling at another...
Why are you doing this in front of me?
Is it because I left you alone?
I didn't do it intentionally…
I've always been waiting for you
I've always been watching and supporting you from the sidelines.
But…
His eyes snapped back to the hand that continued to linger where (in Hisoka's opinion) it should not be, and as though teasing him, little by little that hand slipped further downwards until its fingertips were pressed against Gon's lower back when the boy fed him another spoonful of food.
He's Touching...
Touching...
Stop touching my...
Hisoka couldn't control it anymore.
That's it. He mentally put the white-haired kid on his personal hit list. He's so dead. How dare he touch my fruit with—
[[Thump]]
At the impact, Hisoka casually rubbed the back of his head but made no other move.
"Looking at Gon again?" came a clearly irritated, very familiar voice next to him but he chose not to look in its direction.
In response, Hisoka only shifted slightly in his seat to make himself more comfortable and propped his chin on the heel of his palm. "I'm not looking at him; I'm observing him~ "
"What's the difference? You still look like a fucking stalker to me."
Hisoka finally tore his gaze away from Gon to glance briefly up at the person who had come to join him at the long rectangular lunch table. She was standing to his left and looking incredibly hostile, as if she was about to hit him over the head with her textbook again. "Looking beautiful as always Ms. Machi," he muttered with false admiration, smirking with the knowledge that she always hated it whenever he called her name like that.
"Did you do something different with your hair? Highlights maybe? ~ " When she made no comment other than to drop the math book she was holding in front of him with a heavy thud, he grinned. "I never knew math books were made to hit people over the head with~ "
"Well now you know, asshole." Machi put one hand on her hip. "You promised me that we'd go over your notes during lunch before the exam this afternoon. But you never showed up."
"Seems like I forgot. How nice of you to come all this way to remind me~ "
Machi took one look and his annoyingly smug, unapologetic face and gritted her teeth. "No, I came all this way to fucking kill you, you jerk."
The eerie calm to her words would have frightened average men or at least made them watch their next words but Hisoka never considered himself average.
And people generally doubted that he was even completely sane to begin with.
"Are you angry because you were lonely waiting all by yourself for me? ~ " He made a sound of mock contemplation in the back of his throat. "But didn't you like it all the time back when I'd make you wait before I put my—"
Machi snatched him by the collar and hoisted him to her so that he was forced to stand and his chair clattered to the ground. A hushed silence descended on the large room. "I dare you to finish that sentence," she ground out through tightly clenched teeth. Even though Hisoka was much taller than her, the unwavering, harsh grip she had on his shirt forced him to bend to her height.
Hisoka looked down at her lips. "Do you want me to finish that sentence or show you what I was trying to say in a more practical, enjoyable way? ~ " he drawled, his words heavy with lewd intent.
"I swear one of these days I'll flay that stupid-ass smirk off your—"
[[Thump]]
[[Thump]]
Nobunaga, who was sitting across from Hisoka and next to Kuroro had banged on the table to interrupt her. He had immediately realized that this was going turn into another heated fight and was in no mood to play referee this time when it got out of control. "Hey don't give the bastard the benefit of attention. You know better than to—"
"Why don't you shut up?!" Machi growled moodily at him before turning back to Hisoka.
"Um..." Nobunaga was confused. What did I do...
Shalnark patted him emphatically on the shoulder. "It's pointless getting involved with those two; this is like foreplay for them," he whispered to him.
"I heard that!" Machi pointed at Shalnark who was sitting next to Nobunaga. "Come tell me that to my face, nerd!"
"You call me a nerd like it's an insult," Shalnark mumbled with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
"I don't care if they kill each other," Phinks interjected, gesturing to Machi at his left, who was now violently shaking Hisoka, who did not seem to mind at all. Hisoka had been sitting next to him and he was not happy that Hisoka was now getting beat up next to him as well. "All I care is that they don't get any blood on me." He scoffed. "We just got to change into our new summer uniforms and I haven't even done a proper vid for my subscribers on YTube as yet."
"That's what you're concerned about?" Feitan asked disbelievingly, looking across at him from beside Shalnark. "I must admit; you never cease to amaze me..."
"Hey, hey," Phinks said, popping his collar and making a showy gesture of brushing dust off his shoulders. "A guy's gotta look good."
Shizuku watched as he proceeded to pull out a small comb from his front shirt pocket. "I swear one of these days you'd go bald," she said simply.
His face flushed in anger and he bared his teeth briefly before shouting, "What an awful thing to wish upon your classmate! Take that back or else—!"
"Or else what?" she asked.
"You..."
"No. I won't take it back because I wasn't wishing, I was merely predicting an outcome based on your actions," Shizuku replied, eyeing Phinks one last time before going back to busy herself with finishing the rest of her lunch and not caring whether or not she had made him angrier.
Frowning at the way Shizuku was ignoring him, Phinks continued to stare her down, and eventually, she looked back up to see him still watching her. Curiously assessing his displeased expression, she ventured, "What's with that aggressive look on your face? Want to fight me?"
Phinks hesitated, glancing quickly at Kuroro who, despite the noise Hisoka and Machi were making opposite him, was calmly sipping on his tea with his eyes closed. He looked back to her. Shizuku appeared as harmless as a little mouse sitting there next to Feitan but he knew better than to judge her based on appearances. The girl was a powerhouse and recently ranked at number two in the region in the High Schools' Women's Wrestling Tournaments the previous year and since she was currently preparing for this year's junior international matches, Phinks knew that meant that she was in top shape. Engaging her in a fight would be a very stupid thing to do, but unfortunately for him though, he did like a challenge. He cracked his knuckles and grinned. "Well, since you've so kindly offered—"
"You,"—Pakunoda tapped him on his shoulder—"You're not thinking of fighting here too are you?"
Phinks looked over at her reprimanding expression and immediately paused. "No, I—"
"Hey someone stop them," Kortopi cut in with a harsh whisper, gesturing to Hisoka and Machi at the end of the table. "The dean's coming!"
"Damn it," Shizuku swore softly. "One of the other students must have called him..."
"Phinks, you're the closest, do something!" Nobunaga added hurriedly.
Phinks knew what he had to do, but with this knowledge came the awareness that trying would hurt rather than help at this point. And he definitely was not about to get involved again after what happened the last time when he had gotten beat up too because Machi thought that he was taking Hisoka's side.
It was common knowledge that no one except Kuroro could break up the one-sided smackdown between Hisoka and Machi whenever it happened and if Kuroro decided not to get involved, all they could do was look on helplessly.
And that's what they did, eyes darting from the spectacle the two were making to the angry dean who was quickly cutting through the small crowd of students (that had gathered a safe distance away from their table) to step towards them with purposeful strides.
"...and if you know what's good for you, you'd stop all your shit," Machi growled, kicking Hisoka in the shin and pulling down hard on his collar to slam his face against the surface of the table. Despite this, he was grinning happily as she leaned close to his ear. "You'd stop with the stalking and perverted nonsense especially," came her dangerous whisper. "You're making Danchou look bad; so consider this a warning and—"
"How about all of you consider detention, after school, a warning?" a new voice bellowed, interrupting her tirade. Machi turned to see the dean looking down at her with a pronounced frown on his face. She released Hisoka's collar and stepped away from him but it was clear that anything done now in trying to repair the situation would be futile. Shit, I let this fucker get to me again.
Still she tried something. "But sir, I can't do detention this afternoon; I have practice for Kendo club at 4:30. We have a tournament coming up and I'm the—"
"No excuses," the dean replied firmly. "I will look forward to seeing you all in class 2F at 4pm sharp. Lord knows this band of rascals needs some discipline."
Nobunaga frowned as he walked off. "Wait...did he just say all of us?"
"I suppose he did~ " Hisoka smiled, straightening his shirt and licking the blood from the corner of his lip.
"I wasn't asking you—"
"Ignore Hisoka," Pakunoda reminded him. "The real issue here is that now we have an hour of detention this afternoon."
"Two hours!" Nobunaga corrected her. "But why the hell must all of us suffer when this freak,"—he pointed to Hisoka who had returned to his seat next to Phinks—"was the one that started this?!"
"It's simple," Kuroro said, speaking up for the first time. "All of you had the opportunity to stop them from making a scene but no one did, so the punishment must be shared."
Everyone at the table looked on in silent agreement, understanding that although Kuroro had said nothing while they were all being rowdy with each other, he now expected them to follow the school's rules and accept the consequences of their actions. They would not be permitted to skip out on detention today.
Nobunaga though, remained dissatisfied with this and being one who was hardly ever afraid to talk back to their boss, decided to voice his concerns about the way they had to face the punishment meted out by the dean. "With all due respect boss, since you stated that we have to allshare the punishment, wouldn't this include you as well? After all, you were sitting at this table too when the dean spoke."
Kuroro lowered the chawan that once held his green tea and smiled down at it. "Sorry to disappoint you Nobu, but I have a pressing appointment at that time."
"But the dean said—"
"Oh?" Kuroro smirked. "His announcement didn't include me and even the dean knows not to question me on that. I am the one who decides whether or not I attend detention and today I'm busy."
At that exact moment a bell sounded and pushing back his chair with a loud screech, he got up to leave; but before taking another step forward, Kuroro paused, his back still to them. "Lunchtime's over. We may be a gang but we're far from being dim-witted delinquents, so don't be late to your classes and make sure to do well on your Pre-Calculus exam." He looked back and his steely grey eyes narrowed on all of them while they avoided his gaze like petulant children. "Make Spider look good."
"Hai," they chorused as he whipped his gaze from them and strode toward the exit.
"Mmm~ " Hisoka watched Kuroro walk away and sighed contentedly. "I just love how cool he is~"
"Oh shut up," Machi grumbled, getting up as he did. "Don't be acting happy just because you don't have a test to study for this afternoon." She picked up her heavy math text and turned to look up at him with a frown. "If you hadn't been specially selected along with Danchou and Shal to do the Advanced Calculus Program last year, while we were all doing Pre-Calculus, you would have still been stuck in this class with the rest of us."
Hisoka brushed his crimson hair back from his face with one hand and leaned close to her ear. "It is said that jealously is an ugly emotion but why does it make you even more appealing? ~ "
As his breath ghosted over her skin, Machi flushed and brought a hand up to push him away roughly. "Go away already."
"Ok, but I'll be seeing you,"—Hisoka looked pointedly down at her short pleated plaid skirt as if he could see through it and licked his lips—"this afternoon~ "
"Dream on, dipshit!" she shouted as he stepped back from her, but Hisoka only waved, making sure that she saw his twisted, perverted smile before turning away.
Machi resisted the urge to hurl the textbook after him.
"Urgh, he's so lecherous it's disgusting," Machi muttered contemptuously, turning back to the rest of the group instead of watching him walk off. "Every day I'm reminded why breaking up with him was the best decision I've made in my life. I swear I was fucking drunk the day I agreed to date that loser."
"..." No one at the table made any comment in response to that statement, although they each wanted to yell their own variation of, 'Well if you're so happy to be rid of him, why are you two still fucking?'
"Come on guys, what are you all doing sitting there looking at me like that for? Danchou already told us not to be late, so we need to get going..."—she looked sourly in the direction in which Hisoka had disappeared—"although I can't promise him I'll do well on the Pre-Calculus test. That damn Hisoka jerk skipped out on studying with me."
As they followed Machi out of the cafeteria and down the hall to their first afternoon class, Nobunaga bent down to whisper to Kortopi, "I think it's time we all find somewhere else to eat. I don't think I can take any more detentions because of Hisoka and Machi fighting. We always seem to get caught up in it and I can't keep missing Kendo Club."
Kortopi looked up at him and nodded. "I think Machi is going to kill us if we avoid her, but I must admit you're right."
"Let me in on the conversation too!"
The unexpected voice gave them both a start when they turned around to see how close Machi was standing to them.
What?
Where the hell did she come from?!
Wasn't she walking in front of—
"Well?" she insisted. "What are you two talking about back here? Share the convo with me. Seems like it was a pretty interesting topic for you to not even notice I had come to stand next to you."
Nobunaga was sweating bullets. "We—"
Feitan's laugh interrupted him. "I can't wait to hear this."
"Shut up shorty!" He turned back to Machi and swallowed hard. "Well...considering everything that's been happening lately, we—"
"We were just contemplating eating somewhere else," Phinks quickly cut in. He had been walking close to him and Kortopi and having overheard their conversation, he was fully aware that Nobunaga was about to tell her exactly what they had been discussing.
At this point, with Machi so enraged with Hisoka and nervous about the test, Phinks was sure that the truth was definitely not the way to go and would probably get her so angry that they'd all be killed. "You see," he continued, "There is no reason to eat in the cafeteria at this time of the year since the weather is definitely good enough to have our lunch outdoors."
"That's true," Machi agreed with a smile, believing the half lie. "From tomorrow we could do that then."
Nice save. Nobunaga smiled at Phinks and gave him a thumbs up as Machi turned to walk into the classroom. If they all ate outdoors, since Hisoka was obsessed with watching Gon throughout the lunch period, he would most likely not follow them, thereby removing the stimulus for Machi's anger and the negative attention from them.
"What are you two losers still doing standing out here?!" Machi demanded as she came back out of the classroom and marched towards them.
"You know, we were just discuss—ow, ow, ouch! Dammit girl that hurts!" Nobunaga protested as he suddenly found himself being pulled by the ear into the classroom.
Machi ignored his pain. "One of the students said that sensei won't be here and a sub would be his replacement, and although we all know that means a boring reading assignment, it's still a free period anyway," she explained, grabbing Phinks' wrist to pull him into the room faster than he was following. "Let's use this extra time to study diligently for the test."
"Wow," Phinks muttered with a low whistle. "A free period huh?"
"Ok then, it's settled, as futile as the effort would possibly be," Pakunoda mumbled as she, Shalnark, Shizuku, Feitan and Kortopi followed the trio in, "I'll help you guys with a quick review of the key concepts."
"Wait..." Shizuku said, slowing her steps. "We have a test today?"
"Yes, last period. Haven't you been paying attention to anythingat all?" Feitan rolled his eyes and nudged Shalnark. "Why am I not surprised she forgot...?"
At that, Shalnark stopped typing away on his smartphone and looked up at the rest of the group with a grin. "Good luck Paku, you'll need it," he commented with a laugh, patting her on the back. "I'm off to Comp Sci."
Sighing, Pakunoda ignored him as he left and continued, "It's a good thing you guys already are good students and I have Danchou's notes. All you have to do is to pay attention and you will..."—she glanced doubtfully at Shizuku whose vacant expression showed that she was busy going over a mental checklist that had nothing to do with calculus—"...well I think most of you should do alright."
Machi brightened up instantly. "Thanks Paku, you're an angel!"
Pakunoda frowned. "Next time come study with us instead of believing that Hisoka would help you. You know he just loves riling you up so that he'd get angry sex from you."
"I know," Machi said, finally releasing the two boys she had dragged into the classroom. The other students did not even bother to look up at them. They were used to the spectacle.
"Sometimes I wonder if you enjoy his games," Pakunoda mumbled, taking a seat at her desk and placing her math notes on top of its smooth surface.
Machi laughed awkwardly, choosing to pull her desk closer to the blonde's instead of responding. "Let's all ace this test now shall we?"
A/N: Mmmm whatcha say...? (Review and share your thoughts)
-Kuroro...what is the point of detention if you get to decide whether or not you're attending?
-I bet Hisoka is only doing well in that Advanced Calculus Program because Kuroro is there too and as a result he can't slack off or run away to pick fights =.=
-Can you imagine this chapter animated? LOL. Spider mom Kuroro has his hands full with this ragtag bunch...
-I love writing about the Phantom Troupe ;D
How do you think they'd do on the test?
Who'd do the worst?
Next Chapter Preview: My Crafty Ex-boyfriend
Spoiler: Hisoka now has some unresolved sexual tension after seeing someone getting too friendly with his 'fruit'. I wonder who'd give him a chance to relieve that tension?
The next chapter will have smut but it's hetero.
Note: Gon was looking sad and moody because he's got issues. You'll find out what kind soon enough.
NOTE: This is NOT Hisoka x Machi!