Prologue
"Illumi-kun." Hisoka called out.
"Hm?" Illumi answered with his usual monotone voice.
"Have you ever fallen in love?" Hisoka asked, eyes brimming with curiosity all while attempting to keep his tone nonchalant.
"An assassin does not need useless things such as love or friendship." Illumi replied coolly, "Why do you ask?"
"Hm~ No reason~"
Illumi thought Hisoka's tone sounded uncharacteristically melancholy, but decided to brush it off as it seemed unnecessary to attempt to find answers.
Meanwhile, Hisoka allowed a small, almost nonexistent, smile grace his lips as he reminisced his first relationship . His first heartbreak. His first, and last, love.
CHAPTER ONE
Hisoka, as usual, was standing in a pool of blood with his victims scattered around, card in his hand.
He felt indescribable pleasure from killing. This time, his victims happened to be a group of, surprisingly strong, bandits who ambushed him. It wasn't the ambush that surprised him. It was the fact that they possessed, and mastered, nen.
Hisoka felt another presence, a stronger, more promising presence. The fact that he only sensed him/her now was an indication that he/she was more adapt at zetsu.
"Come out, I know you're there~ Why bother trying to hide when you aren't even using zetsu~"
"Shit..."
He heard a feminine voice curse under her breath.
A rather beautiful girl with navy blue locks and blue eyes that were glistening with anger came out from the trees.
"What do you want?" She hissed.
Hisoka was amused. Looking at her attire, one could come to the conclusion she was the leader of the bandits, and here she was asking what he wanted as if he was the one who ambushed them.
"Hm~ Nothing much... I just want to kill you~" Hisoka purred.
Angrily, she stomped over to give him a piece of her mind. However, as she wound her fist back to punch him, a cold hand grabbed her throat and proceeded to choke her. She glared at the owner of the hand, seemingly unfazed by the cut in her oxygen supply.
"Ooooh~ That look turns me on so much~" Hisoka moaned as his mind was clouded by the anticipation of a new fruit.
"You disgust me," The girl spat. "Go to hell."
Hisoka smiled and tightened his grip on her throat. The girl started gasping but did not surrender the fierce look in her eyes. She used concentrated her aura to her leg and kicked him in the stomach, using ko to attempt to get away.
If that kick hurt Hisoka, he didn't show it. The only indication of possible surprise or pain was his grip loosening for the slightest fraction of a millisecond... But that fraction of a millisecond was all the girl needed.
She twisted her body and kicked away with such speed that any normal being would not be able to see her move.
But let us all remember...
Hisoka is not "any normal being."
He bolted behind her with no indication of movement and drew a card to her neck.
"Checkmate~"
"..."
"What a pity~ That was quite a short game."
"Tch."
"However, you managed to pique my interest~ How did a little girl like you manage to get to that level?"
"I'm not a little girl. I'm 18, asshole."
"No need to point out the small details~ I think you would prefer to answer my simple question. As much as I love small talk, I'm not very patient~" Hisoka purred in her ear, pressing the card ever so slightly into her neck, drawing tiny beads of blood.
"... I trained. What else would I do?" The girl glared, although quite honestly, she felt slightly threatened.
"Hm~ Very well. Since you managed to amuse me, I shall let you be. What is your name, little fruit?"
"You the hell are you calling fruit, and why should I tell you my name?"
"It's simple~ You are an unripe fruit just waiting to ripen and for me to pick. If you don't wish to tell me, there is no need to. I'll find out eventually~"
Realizing his point she groaned and mumbled,
"The name's Jo Kristen..."
Hisoka simply gave a close-eyed smiled.
"What a lovely name Jo-chan~" He cooed,
"Ah, where are my manners! My name is Hisoka~"
Jo stared at Hisoka incredulously. He merely tilted his head to one side, grinning. She sighed and started walking away.
A few hours after her encounter with Hisoka, Jo walked out into a clearing in the forest she was in. She heard footsteps behind her, so she whipped around, drawn her dagger. What greeted her gave her somewhat of a surprise.
"What are you doing here, Hisoka?" She hissed.
"'What am I doing here'? Why, I'm simply checking up in my new entertainment~"
"Well, fuck off."
"Oh what vile language~
I like it~"
Hisoka grinned darkly, licking his lips.
"You're disgusting!" Jo spat.
"I've been told that many times~ This isn't the first fanfiction where I've been told that."
The author just blankly stared at how Hisoka casually broke the fourth wall.
'What have I done...' The author thought.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one who holds that opinion then." Jo stated, ignoring the author's intervention.
"Anyways~ Let's get to the point. I don't appreciate being lied to and you've done just that. You deserve to be punished~ Right? Momoe Draskil, runaway Princess of the Draskil clan."
Jo paled at his words. She gulped visibly. At first glance, one may perceive her to be afraid. However, of one were to look at her eyes, one would see the fire of anger.
"My name is not Momoe Draskil. I have abandoned that name. My name is Jo Kristen." She replied icily.
"Hm~ Interesting~" There was a glint in Hisoka's eyes, which Jo noticed.
"What?"
"I could sell you back to the Draskil Clan for quite a sum of money. That is, unless you decide to cooperate with me~"
"You son of a gun... Fine, what do you want? Money? Sex? Power?"
"No, no, no, none of those. All I want is simply... You~"
"... Huh?"
"I want you to be mine as a toy until I deem you broken, useless, or simply no fun~"
"..."
"Or~ I could simply sell you. Even just the fact that you're alive and kicking will earn me quite a bit of money."
"Fine."
"Lovely~ We have a deal~"
Unbeknownst to them, this meeting would change their lives forever.