a/n : Don't want to spam my stories so I'm compiling my HXH oneshots. HXH belongs to its rightful owner.

It's true when they said each and one of us had our own insanity.

"'You're going there again?"

Hisoka smirked at Machi's voice. She was pissed and curious at the same time. She had a good reason to. Hisoka had been missing Phantom Troupe's meetings several times and even if he would attend it, he would be the first to leave.

"Are you jealous?~ Hisoka cooed. His ability to piss Machi off should never be underestimated.

"Rather than jealous, sympathy is the correct word. You shouldn't infect that girl with your twisted personality."

Hisoka just chuckled at Machi's statement. "Aww~ Don't say it like that." He faked a sad tone.

"Whatever. Don't forget to attend the meeting later. Boss will kill you if you don't."

He came again.

The girl looked at the jester with empty eyes. She had been receiving his company for a month now.

"Hello~" Hisoka waved cheerfully.

The girl just nodded, not sure how to react to it. The last time someone visited her, aside from Hisoka, was when she was first admitted here.

The first week, she had her days full with different faces – faces that she knew. As time went by, they stopped coming.

As expected.

"I've brought flower." Hisoka magically snapped his finger and a daisy popped out of it. He handed the white daisy to her, to which she accepted and mumbled a thank you.

"You finally talk."

She looked at him, and his smiling face. Not even once, Hisoka came here with a frown or sad face. Maybe he's a broken clown. Oh wait. Clown was supposed to be cheery.

She facepalmed mentally at her own logic.

"Do you know who I am?" Hisoka asked. He had came here to know her, maybe try to rub on her one or two eccentric traits of his, but none ever worked. She either ignored him or she asked questions that he never thought of.

For example, did he think she's crazy or she's sane that she couldn't keep up with the craziness outside the asylum?

The girl nodded. She looked at Hisoka. "Do you know who I am?"

Hisoka smiled. "Maybe~"

"Aren't you tired?" She looked at the daisy. "Coming here."

"Do you hate me?"

She shook her head. "I don't understand the cause of your action."

"How long have you been here?" Hisoka asked. He found her to be amusing. To call her sane in this asylum, was just an understatement.

She shook her head. "Half a year, maybe?"

"Do you want to go out?" She gave Hisoka a bewildering look. "Have a sniff of fresh air?"

Hisoka couldn't help himself but to smile as he saw how her empty eyes now were living. The view of the outside world from his room in Heaven's Arena was simply irresistible.

"Do you like it?"

"Aside from your room smells blood, this is quite a good scenery."

Hisoka smirked. "You have great nose." He inched closer behind her. "Aren't you afraid?" And he brought his lips to her ear. "That I might be a serial killer."

She sounded unfazed by Hisoka's words. If it were anything, it was Hisoka who now viewed her from a different angle.

"I wish I'm dead."

"Hm? Why?"

She inhaled a deep, long breath before exhaled it. And her walls started to break before the jester realized it.

"I don't know how it started. But, I got tired of everything. I can't keep up with the people nor my surroundings. I see them as a foreign subjects."

Hisoka let her talk. Apparently, he's curious on how she attracted him with a silent voice.

"My family didn't help much. They think I'm just experiencing a raging hormones to rebel, and I'm just trying to get their attention. And then they realized, how bad my condition actually is than I displayed."

"So, they admitted you there?"

She gave a small smile to their reflection on the glass wall. "I registered myself there. I couldn't take it anymore. I saw knife, I wanted to stab them. I saw walls, I wanted to bang my head there. I saw people, I wanted to yell at them."

"And?"

"I need help. But, the helps that I'm getting just help to make it worse."

"Is that why no one visits you there?" Hisoka tried to dig deeper. Her walls were crumbling slowly. She opened her heart to him.

She shrugged. "No idea. Maybe they are tired. Maybe they're simply letting go. It's easier to give up than to fight for me." Her voice slightly wavered. "It always goes that way."

"What are you feeling right now?"

"Refreshed." She smiled again. A sincere one at that. "Before, I felt I was drowning without having to be in water. I felt I don't belong there no matter where I go. I felt unneeded. I felt tired, screwed up and just...wanting to die."

"Is that why you didn't run away from me?"

"I considered myself dying. Emotionally dying. I was afraid of dying, but things were so bad that dying had made it in my list."

Hisoka spun her around, making her to look at him in the eye. "Do you want to stay here?"

"...Was that a question to begin with?"

Hisoka just laughed. A maniac laugh. This girl was just too amusing. Insane, mysterious and fearless. The best combos he could think of.

And he swore, he's going to make this girl go cazy over him.

Omake :

Illumi looked at his acquintance with emotionless eyes. "Is that your new pet?"

"I believe you should call her my girlfriend, according to the relationship's term."

He then looked at the girl who was sleeping soundly on Hisoka's bed. "That's disgusting for a cold-blooded killer like you."