Summary: Hisoka gets his revenge in a different way. And if vengence is a dish best served cold, then would you want -
Fries With That Dish?
By RubyD
When Muraki woke up that Friday morning, he knew that something was wrong. Oh, he didn't know exactly what was the problem, but he could feel it deep in his bones and hear in his heart something whispering to him that, yes Good Doctor, today shall not be your day.
First, he yawned. It was a very big yawn. Even vile evil villains had to yawn once in a while.
The problem came when he tried to move - as it was, he couldn't. Nothing was binding Muraki down or physically keeping him from action, but somehow his limbs refused to move.
And then came the sharp, slow pain.
Oh yes, something was very wrong indeed.
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"My, that is a strange present to be given, don't you think?" Saya asked as she held the gift up.
"Now, now, it's not too odd… it's just a plushie." Yuma grinned.
"Yet, it's from Hisoka-kun!" she answered. While the doll was unexpected, she was nearly blind with joy. "Although that hair on it looks fairly… real."
"Very generous of Hisoka-kun." Yuma nodded, her short hair bobbing.
"I guess… so nice of him to make us a new pincushion," Saya said as she jabbed her new sewing needles - also part of the present - into it.
"We must make him something in return."
"Something sleek yet frilly, Yuma?"
"Oh! You read my mind, Saya!"
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End. :D