Summary: One-shot series based on Hisoka's toy box.
Disclaimer: Hunter X Hunter is Yoshihiro Togashi's baby. It's not mine.
Toy box: Gon
"Bungee Gum" had been his favorite candy growing up. Hisoka would bite down crushing the treat and then slide his tongue along the gum stretching it as it leaked its sweet blood of sugar and saliva. He'd chew and chew till the sweet was lifeless. No taste, no flavor, and no fun made for a bored boy. Fortunately for him, it didn't take long to solve his problem. If he could not buy toys, he would simply make them... and people made excellent toys.
Times changed and as an adult, he had dozens of playthings. One particular toy, however, stood out as his favorite. It was a tiny boy with kung-fu action grip, soft skin, and a rod as an accessory.
Gon.
All Hisoka had to do was wait till the best version came out. Memories of chewing Bungee Gum passed the time, but they weren't enough. The pink substance was cheap and tasted of sugar. Gon would taste much sweeter. He would taste like apple. A forbidden fruit that Hisoka must watch over, nurture, grow; but not touch. Not yet.
This one's potential was limitless.
Hisoka could tell, they smelled the same. There was a subtle scent to those whose body grew excited when faced with a life or death challenge. It was spicier than that of fear, almost a cinnamon smell. Gon was a cinnamon apple pie and Hisoka couldn't wait to slice him up.
Harvest time would be beautiful. Hisoka's Bungee Gum strings would pull his toy along like a marionette as they danced. A flurry of punches and kicks would fly as they twirled in a rhythm shared only between them. Sweat, blood, and tears would pour from Gon as Hisoka dominated him. Nen battles were high stakes gamble and the house magician always won.
He'd bet on his cards. They had excellent odds when paired against Gon's slowers Jajaken. First, he'd lure the boy in. Ah, but how to accomplish it? He'd have to start his show with a magic trick. On that day Hisoka would make one of Gon's friends disappear. Then once his audience arrived, he'd saw them in half. For his closing act, he'd have Gon broken in his arms, stretched out as if he were made of gum.
At last Hisoka would have ripe fruit to devour. Salty sweat, sweet blood, and apple flavored lips finally would be his. Fueled by their deadly dance and the rush of victory Hisoka's blood would throb through his veins. Hisoka would throb. Lifeless and tasteless as he leaked sweet blood and sweat, Gon would be broken.
No toy made for a bored Hisoka, but that was fine.
I'll simply make more.