Bubble: Hello! Welcome to a fanfic about Hisoka and my own character! *The character is sort of based on me, but not with my real name ^.^* Gosh I really don't know what came over me to make a love story about this person, but it happened. So. Anyway, please enjoy! And if you don't like him well... I understand xD and if you do like him... HELL YEAH! *cyber high five to everybody who likes this!*

Hisoka: Hello everybody...! *smirks*

Bubble: *screams and runs away*

Illumi: *swiftly catches up to Bubble and throws her at Hisoka* Fridgethatbubblegum does NOT own Hunter x Hunter...

Hisoka: Please R&R!

Bubble: PLEASE DON'T EAT MEEEEEE!

Chapter 1. Hisoka's Proposal

"Let's go to dinner then?" he pleaded, looking at me with the most sly expression ever. Just recently Machi had turned down his offer to wine and dine after she sewed his severed arms back on following up from his battle with Kastro. He came to my room on the 200th floor, which was about 7 doors down from his. As you can tell, we were in the Heaven's Arena.

I was just about ready for a snooze after beating up a macho man with one blow in my last match today. As a transmuter, I can mimic fire, explosions and ashes, as well as give off a smokescreen.

"You've finished fighting for the day too, right?" Hisoka tore through my thoughts as he suspiciously stood by the door frame of my private room.

"Get out." I told him.

"What? I'm just standing here," he said, provoking me.

A small anime vein appeared on my forehead and I tried my best to contain myself. "True, but if I say get out, I meant GET OUT."

"C'mon Natsumi~" he cooed my name and more veins appeared on my head. He flicked his hand towards me casually.

But I had already jumped away, Gyo blazing at my eyes, seeing through his bungee gum trick.

"Hn, you're no fun," he pouted slightly.

I moved my finger as if to light an invisible match, and a small flame appeared at the top of my finger.

"Hey, I'm not here for a fight!" Hisoka chuckled and I blew it out with a 'hmph', a puff of ashes escaping my mouth as I did so.

"I just need to talk to you," Hisoka said quietly, suddenly getting serious.

Hey, this is even scarier than when he's just randomly stalking me! I panicked, narrowing my eyes as my imagination got the better of me.

Just as our eyes met, I fell sidewards dramatically but accidentally, getting up just as fast as I fell, hoping he wouldn't notice what a grand Shakespearean gesture I had just subjected myself to. Someone give me a spotlight.

He did. And as expected, he laughed his head off.

"I was getting serious Natsumi," he said, trying to stop laughing.

I was so flustered I didn't even realize how he had warped to my side, taking a strand of my long, dark blue ponytail. And then he started watching me intently.

"I know you were. It's just-" creepy when you get serious. I gulped, not bothering to finish the sentence.

Had Illumi broken his promise? Not to tell another soul about- how... I felt... about Hisoka?

No, he couldn't have. He wouldn't. Then... what?

"If you want to talk, then spit it out." I said bluntly, staring into his slitted yellow eyes with my bright emerald ones. I wasn't always so mean; it's just that I couldn't keep my cool around him.

"Well... I might be honest for once," he muttered.

My eyes bulged out of my head. That is NOT something HISOKA is supposed to be saying!

It is SO out of character.

"Hey, I have NO idea what your perverted mind is thinking right now, but I have no intention of helping you whatsoever!" I squeaked.

It is indeed a rare sight for me to stutter or squeak like that. Hisoka thought that too... I could almost die.

"...Illumi and I have been talking," he said slowly, smirking like he just saw the funniest thing in the world.

I turned to face the wall slightly, sweatdropping as dark anime purple lines drifted in front of my forehead, somehow raising the white flag, while my brain planned out Illumi's assasination.

"He only spoke of his next kill and how much money he was being paid," Hisoka said and I flicked my eyes towards him as he touched my wrist. Activating Gyo, I found he actually had none of that gum on his hands.

I sighed inwardly. Illumi hadn't lied after all... and Hisoka isn't actually going to eat me alive. Should be fine. Yep, how much worse can this get?

"Someone told me to get married," Hisoka continued, "could you marry me?"

I literally fell flat on my face. I wasn't about to stand up, I was sitting down perfectly fine, Hisoka was even holding my wrist.

Yet still, I managed to faceplant onto the cream coloured carpet and wished I'd never have to look up again.

When I finally looked up, Hisoka had just completed yet another laughing fit, breaking his record on how many times he could laugh in one day.

"So, how long do I have to live and how much do I have to spend time with you every day?" I asked irritated. Leaning up and crossing my arms. Trying to act mature, and failing to do so quite successfully.

"Well, let's make it simple with a deal." he said, getting more into character.

"You see me at least 5 minutes a day and wear this ring constantly. You don't have a set day to die and you come when I need you if you are free. I will not force you. No daily routine involving cooking or cleaning or nothing. Deal?" he asked.

"What's in it for me?" I asked.

He took out a velvety black box and took out a ring.

My eyes widened as I saw the four card deck marks: heart, diamond, spade and clubs. They were placed in those orders, delicately overlapping the platinum silver ring, every aspect of the intricate item glimmering as the light caught its flare.

"This is what you will wear as our marriage ring. Whether if any danger is within 10 meters of you, or you are being attacked, or even if somebody else tries to wear that ring, I will know and be there instantly to defend you, and to kill the offender immediately without mercy," Hisoka finished his speech with a quick smirk, leaving me astounded.

He took my left hand and placed the ring on my finger with extreme delicacy. I didn't move because I didn't know how to react.

"Will you marry me?" Hisoka asked again.

Thinking this may be was the worst mistake of my life; I gulped, "Yes."