So, I'm not entirely sure what I was thinking when I wrote this, but I believe it all started when my friend and I were talking about what would happen if Karasu and Hisoka were to meet. I kept coming back to it, and eventually this happened.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Hunter X Hunter.
Hisoka waited outside the hotel. He'd done enough stalking to know that this is where the Toguro team stayed during the Dark Tournament. Hisoka was waiting for one of them to walk out so he could challenge him to a fight.
Hisoka licked his lips. If he could choose, he would rather face one of the Toguro brothers, but he wasn't picky. Anyone on that team had enough skill to put up a decent fight. He could feel himself getting worked up, and he knew if one of them didn't come out soon, there might be a problem.
Just as he was nearly overcome with bloodlust, the hotel doors opened and Hisoka saw a member of the team he was waiting for stepped out. He barely registered the fighter as Karasu before following the demon. Sure, he wasn't a Toguro brother, but he'd take anything at this point.
Karasu walked into the woods next to the hotel, only stopping once he reached a clearing. Hisoka stopped too, and waited behind a tree in anticipation.
"You can stop hiding now. I know you're there." Hisoka grinned and stepped out from behind his tree.
"Oh, you are good," he said happily. "Of course, I suppose one shouldn't expect any less from a member of the Toguro team."
"What exactly did you follow me for?" Karasu asked in a bored tone. Hisoka's grin only widened.
"Why, I'd like to fight you, of course!" Karasu had had his back turned up until this point. He finally turned around and looked at Hisoka, before turning away again. Hisoka could hear his laughter.
"I'd kill you." Hisoka licked his lips again, and then pulled out his cards.
"Go ahead," he said calmly, and with that, he flung his cards at Karasu. Karasu got out of the way almost lazily, landing a couple feet away.
"Is that really your best shot?" He sounded even more bored, and Hisoka grinned. This was going to be fun.
The fight couldn't have lasted very long, but together they caused enough destruction to make it look like a hurricane had passed through. Trees were down everywhere, and a lot of them had scorch marks where Karasu had thrown his bombs. Others were scratched and even had the occasional card sticking out of the trunk. Standing in the middle of the destruction were the two fighters that had started it all. They were in a defensive stance, waiting for the other to make a move. Both of them were panting heavily, but trying not to show it to the other fighter. Hisoka's arms were dripping with blood, and his clothes had been singed pretty badly. Karasu was not faring much better. He had cuts all over his body from the cards, all of them varied in severity. His mask was also askew thanks to a well-placed card that nearly cut through one of the sides holding it in place.
Hisoka was the first to move out of his stance. His grin returned as he brushed himself off.
"Ah, that was fun," he said, looking over at the other fighter. "I'm afraid, however, that I'll have to cut this short."
Karasu cocked his head in confusion. "You want to stop?"
"If we keep going like this, we may both have to start fighting seriously." Hisoka stated, feeling a lot better now that he had satisfied his bloodlust. Karasu was definitely a strong opponent, and he didn't want to kill him just yet. He turned to go, paused, and turned back to Karasu.
"By the way, I'm Hisoka." With that, he was gone.