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THE CHASE
1 - Unwanted Help
"Do you need help undoing your bra?"
A playfully malicious voice brought her back to reality, her head snapping to attention. Just a few minutes ago, she let her body move on auto pilot, entering and exiting elevator doors without so much as a thought. She operated with only one thing in mind: a bath, a good long soak with nothing but peace and quiet to be exact. She had just finished her last assignment for the week, one that ended up with her target, Sheila Kawashima, deranged singer and diva of the century, exploding in a million pieces a good two feet away from her thus soaking her from head to toe with blood and guts. Good riddance too, she thought. She has wasted enough time listening to her shrill voice for a good two hours as she posed as a journalist for a small newspaper publication. Fortunately for her, Ms. Kawashima liked doing interviews in abandoned buildings and she got her all to herself. Adds more to the drama, she says. She wasn't instructed to kill the woman just slice off the extra toe from the diva's left foot neither did the brief say that she shouldn't kill her either. Then again, she mused, she supposed she really did have to kill her afterwards. After all, it is natural for a person to react violently if someone suddenly decided to severe a part of their body, a diva in particular would make a huge spectacle over it if left alone. Her current employer wouldn't mind as long as she delivered the toe and the other goods tomorrow morning.
Except, she didn't kill the diva. Someone else beat her to it. Which was, though appreciated and did save her time from doing it, wasn't part of the plan. That and it was too damn messy. She scanned her environment and hastily made her retreat. Choosing to hide and watch before coming back to see if she could still find the toe.
She waited for a good three hours and when no one came she went back and searched the place as quickly and as thoroughly as she could.
She certainly wasn't expecting her to explode sure, but at least her left foot remained intact. Picking it up, she sliced off the extra toe without much effort, put it in a zip lock plastic bag and ran away; taking a longer route back to the hotel so she could see if anyone was tailing her.
Why and who made her explode aren't what's important right now. Getting her clean, now that's the top priority. She will deal with the details later.
She was fortunate enough that the place she was staying at the moment is more than accustomed to patrons walking in and out looking like a pig from a slaughter house.
She even had to bite her tongue before a string of profanities could launch itself to the man at the front desk who greeted her and said "Good evening, Alia-san" all while smiling all too knowingly for her liking as he handed out a towel to her when she checked in and asked for her floor's card.
Tired from the last assignment, she was so ready for the promise of a good hot bath that she began stripping the moment she closed the door of her temporary flat, not bothering to switch the light on just yet as she made her way to the bathroom, just one of the many mistakes she would be doing from here on out. Because if she did turn it on, she would have seen the stranger lounging on the couch as if he owned the place.
In fact, if she wasn't being sloppy as of late, she would've heard another heartbeat in the room.
Caught off guard, she immediately threw the nearest object she could grab, and in this case a vase, to the source of the voice. She hadn't even heard the vase crash and had very little time to react when two powerful hands pinned her to the wall, her muscles aching in protest as her back slammed against the concrete.
She mentally cursed herself. She really should've known someone else is here. Her senses must be getting dull from the nonstop jobs she's been doing in the past week.
"That's not a very good way to treat a guest."
In an instant the lights were on and she found herself face to face with a man wearing the ugliest set of clothing she has ever seen.
She could only glare back at the glassy blue eyes that stared at her own, merely inches away from her. The man inched his face closer to hers, he was so no near he could feel his breath on her skin, his lips pressed tightly into a thin line looking as if he was trying so hard not to laugh.
How dare he mock her! She has never felt so violated and humiliated. This is her space, never mind the fact that she's only renting it. No one else is allowed to enter without her permission. And yet a random stranger entered her quarters, and now has her person pinned on the wall with her arms above her head with her chest half-exposed.
As if sensing her train of thought, the man's eyes wandering away from her face and travelling down south.
"Let go or I'll kick you on the balls." She warned, planning on doing more than just that should she get the chance.
The man's grip tightened his hold on her wrists in response.
"You really shouldn't stare at me so hard, love. It makes me want to claw your eyes out" he said in a sickeningly sweet voice that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand.
Alia could hardly stop herself from trying to make out the intruder's features. A painted star on the right cheek and a blue teardrop on the left adorned the man's face, his hair a sickening orange all paired with his outrageous get up made him look absolutely ridiculous. Like a clown. She decided long ago that she disliked clowns, much less care for them. This time however, she was certain that she hated them with a passion. This one, in particular, she hated the most.
"Can't say I didn't warn you."
Having taught to eagerly respond with violence when faced with sick unknown men, she brought her knee up to his groin. Just when she thought he was about to fall down he grabbed her by the leg and sent her falling with him, maneuvering their bodies so he could sit on her.
"Now here's a more comfortable position." the man bursting into a fit of laughter, moving his body so he could sit on her hips instead of her stomach.
"Damn it. What do you want?" Alia protested. His weight making it impossible for her to move; as if something else is pinning her down.
"Well first, we have to get you out of these clothes —"
OH THAT'S IT! THERE WILL BE BLOOD! Incantations swam in her head as she conjured two massive hands from on the floor, throwing the unwanted weight off her. She managed to roll away just in time to avoid the card aimed at her. And then she ran at the opposite end of the room.
A mixture of shock and amusement crept up the man's face telling her that he obviously wasn't expecting what she did just then. They sized each other up, preparing for the impending battle. And as the clock strikes twelve, cards were flying and the roars for justice filled the night.
Seriously? All she wanted is a good bath! Is that too much to ask?
A/N: I really wanted to read a Hisoka x OC fan fic hence the story.
I would like to apologize in advance if my description of Hisoka's features aren't accurate, found his basic info on the hunter wiki website.
On a slightly unrelated note, I too want a bath.
So yeah, I'll send the second chapter up in a few hours. I promise :)
oh, and a review would be nice feel free to drop one if you feel like it:)
-vjeury
EDIT - April 29, 2013: So yeah, after a year or so I finally found the courage to re-write this fic and hopefully do Hisoka's character justice.
Currently editing chapter 2.
much love, vjeury.
