Hisoka yawned in the light filtering through the strands of hair that hung in front of his eyes. Looking around, he spotted the moon out of his window at the inn of floor thirty five.
"Please just be quiet." Hisoka groaned, part of him hoping they could hear, the other dreading it. A loud banging was heard from outside the room before a familiar voice,
"Silica, are you still up?" Hisoka's stomach dropped. He rolled over from lying on his back, sitting up and curling his knees to his chest.
"Kirito?" A female voice, rather young… Could it be, Dragon Tamer Silica? Hisoka felt his insides go cold, two of the people he really didn't want to see in the very next room.
"I forgot that I had more to tell you about Floor Forty Seven… Want to go over it tomorrow?" Kirito called to Silica, making Hisoka perk up, so they were going to the hill of memories. Hisoka crept out of bed, shifting to listen through his door.
"It's OK! I was just thinking about that…" He could hear Silica's bedsprings shift before there were footsteps. The creaking of a handle before it all stopped. Then there was an almighty crash and Silica's shout of "Just a second!"
Again, Hisoka heard footsteps and the turning of a doorhandle then another set of footstep and the conversation was no longer audible.
Creeping out of his bed, Hisoka stood silently and opened his door with a slight creak. He changed to a black set of clothing and pressed his ear to the door -
"What's that item, Kirito?" Silica asked,
"It's called a mirage sphere." Kirito said, Hisoka could see a blue glow emendating from beneath the door.
"It's so pretty!" Hisoka rolled his eyes at Silica's statement.
"Here's Floor Forty Seven's Town Area. And this is the Hill of Memories. So we'll be following this route… "Kirito faded out and a worrisome sensation spread throughout Hisoka. He heard footsteps and ran to the edge of the hall as Kirito burst through the door.
"Who's there?" He called, looking around. He saw Hisoka jump over the banister to the first floor of the inn before Kirito turned back to Silica, saying something Hisoka didn't catch because he was being dragged from the inn by his collar Hisoka was fighting as much as he could; despite the fact this woman had paralysed him. A woman's voice hissed in his ear once they were in the shadows away from the city.
"What did you hear?" Hisoka keeps his face emotionless as she reversed the effects of the paralysis. Hisoka stood tall,
"What's in it for me?" He said, quietly, making the woman grind her teeth, thinking.
"Your life." She said, pulling a dagger from her belt, holding the cold blade to Hisoka's neck, who pushed the dagger away, reminding himself that he couldn't snap in public, so he just stood there, pulling his cleaver from its sheath.
"Don't pick a fight with someone who has nothing left to lose." The woman felt the cold steel of a blade biting into the skin of her stomach, just a light cut, but she recoiled, "Now, Rosalia." Hisoka turned to face the red haired woman, who gasped at the mention of her name, "I want to make a deal."
"How do you know my name?" Rosalia snarled, making Hisoka look at her with an unblinking gaze.
"I make a point to know names." Is all the explanation that Hisoka offers. Surveying Rosalia, he tips his head to the side. "Are you willing to make a deal?"
"Of course." Rosaline regains her composure, looking smugly at Hisoka. "What do you want?"
"Information on the Laughing Coffins." Hisoka turned away from Rosalia, flexing his fingers.
"I'm but a member of Titan's Hand. I don't deal with them." Rosalia brushed it off, putting a hand on her hip.
"Untrue." Hisoka said, looking over his shoulder at the figure that was now frozen as she listened. "Your group would have more experience with them as you work in the same… area."
"All right, all I know is that they hang out around the lower floors, usually doing commission stuff." She waved her hand away,
"Well, it was like you thought, floor forty seven." Hisoka put his sword away, turning back around, he just looked up at the moon, analysing it, before going back to the inn.
Hisoka didn't sleep well for the rest of that night, his thoughts plagued with what he had heard in the other room. As he began to fit the pieces together, the story became more warped and he was up before dawn, pulling his white mask over his face, going to Floor Forty Seven himself to await Kirito and Silica.
They arrived, in their own, seemingly blissful, unaware world. Walking through the pastel coloured fields as Hisoka waited behind them for Rosalia to turn up.
"They're heading for the Hill of Memories, we can't let that brat and her accomplice leave here alive." Hisoka heard the whisper of Rosalia coming from the entrance, which is the point Hisoka takes off at a run after them.
Watching the fields flash past in sickening sweetness, Hisoka spots them at the top of the hill, taking the Pneuma Flower. Hisoka leapt into the trees, curling up before they turned around, only for Rosalia and her cronies to follow minutes later.
"That isn't going to happen, Rosalia… Or should I say, leader of the orange guild, Titan's Hand." Kirito had spotted Rosalia in hiding behind a tree, Silica was confused and rather scared, as Kirito explained how she could be in an orange guild and still have a green player marker, "And that was one of your friends last night, wasn't it?"
"Hardly." Rosalia laughed, as Silica cried,
"Then the same reason we were in a party for two weeks…"
"That's right. I was assessing its strength, while waiting for them to earn money from adventures. You were the prey I was most anticipating. It was unfortunate that you left," She caressed her weapon whilst speaking to Kirito, before turning back to the two, "but then you said you were getting a rare item. However, you knew all that, but went with her anyway. Are you an idiot? Or did she really seduce you?"
"Neither of the above. I've also been searching for you, Rosalia." Kirito said, quietly,
"What are you talking about?" Rosalia smiled at him,
"Ten days ago, you attacked a guild called the Silver Flags. Four people, all but the leader, died." Kirito looked to the ground, anger burning in his eyes,
"Oh, the ones with no money…" Rosalia twirled her hair around her finger, smiling devilishly at Kirito and Silica.
"Their leader went from warp point to the front lines, from morning until night, begging someone to avenge them. But he didn't want you killed. He wanted someone to jail you. Can you understand how he felt?" Kirito whispered through bared teeth, loud enough for everyone to hear him.
"Nope… What kind of idiot would take this seriously? There's no proof that killing someone here means they die in real life. Anyway, shouldn't you be more concerned for yourselves?" She clicked her fingers as the guild known as Titan's Hand emerged from behind a set of trees.
"Kirito, there are too many!" Silica looked scared, finally prompting a response from Hisoka, who jumped from his tree.
"Rosalia, she's thirteen." He said, prompting Rosalia to turn around suddenly,
"Oh, if it isn't the emotionless eavesdropper. I thought you didn't get into these sorts of situations." Rosalia hissed as Hisoka went and stood in front of Silica next to Kirito.
"Leave, Rosalia." Hisoka said, taking out his meat cleaver. Silica gasped,
"Kirito, who is that?" She asked when Kirito didn't make a move to stop Hisoka. Kirito simply said,
"Don't pick a fight with someone who has nothing left to lose." Kirito looked to Hisoka, who nodded. Turning to Silica, he said, "It's all right. Until I tell you to run, just keep the crystal ready. Stay put and watch." He walked away as Silica got her crystal.
"Okay, but… Kirito!" She cried, as Kirito and Hisoka advanced towards the guild.
"Are you ready, Hisoka?" Kirito asked, making the members of the guild chatter.
"Black clothes… A one-handed, no shield style. That can't be the Black Swordsman… That makes him… With his grey cloak, giant cleaver and empty mask… The Silver Knight." The members of the group looked scared, "Rosalia, these are two of the beaters who solo in the front lines, Kirito is in the lead group, and Hisoka has killed more people than the Laughing Coffin!"
"The lead group? The Laughing Coffin?" Silica whispered, horrified,
"Someone from the lead group wouldn't be down here! Go get them, and take everything they own!" Rosalia directed, as her men took up arms.
The men attack the two of them, Hisoka leaning still as they sliced away. When nothing happened, Hisoka sighed,
"It will take more than that to kill us. I am level seventy seven. I auto-regenerate health, and even if all seven of you focused on me, I would still regenerate faster than your attacks." He shrugged,
"As do I, I'm level seventy eight." Kirito announced, making Hisoka's teeth grind together as he tightened his grip on his sword. Taking a few seconds, he slashed through Kirito, causing 1,700 points of damage out of anger, though his face did not change.
"If you have questions, I'm at the same inn as you are." Hisoka said, walking away, quietly, not daring to look Silica in the eyes.
