A/N: Hey guys! So, I just wanted to give you guys some fair warning. This is kind of a mood piece and while I have it drafted; I have to be in the right mood to write it. What this means in terms of updates is that they are going to be slow and sporadic. With that said, I hope you enjoy the new update!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter X Hunter
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Heavy rain splashed loudly across the rooftop, ushering in a continuous roar of noise throughout my once peaceful hotel room. It was curious, really. The way the weather itself seemed to read my emotional state as if I were an open book and responded accordingly. I hated it.
Gone was the time when I didn't care much for anything or anyone, my only concern being focused on me, myself and I. Only catering to my own selfish desires and whims left me in a constant state of tranquility, nothing more and nothing less. When my own whims led me to Gon, to claim him as my toy and plaything until I grew bored, I thought it would be temporary. I didn't realize what was actually happening until it was too late. I didn't realize someone like me could ever feel more then lust toward another. It contradicted my very nature, yet I allowed it to happen anyway. I never imagined someone else could settle so deeply within me that when he was violently ripped from my side, it would bring me to my fucking knees.
Every day I felt like I was drowning in a river of fury and grief. The water was too thick for me to tread, leaving me no choice but to continue to sink deeper and deeper into its unrelenting depths. I don't understand why other people lined themselves up for this kind of torment. That's what happens when you create an emotional bond with someone else. You're asking the world to damage you beyond recognition and because the world is a cruel place, it complies. I used to enjoy watching this fate befall others at my hands. Taking someone else's life was an intimate game, one I indulged myself in whenever the desire struck. Killing off the filthy acolytes doesn't bring me the same kind of pleasure that death used to offer me. Perhaps satisfaction in knowing they are suffering for what they did, but it ended there.
I let out a long sigh as my fingers raced across the keyboard of my laptop, the soft click clack of the keys being wholly smothered by the increasing volume of rain drops pelting the roof above me. I considered the information that woman gave me before I executed her, wondering just how much of it was viable. I suppose in the end it doesn't matter. I will investigate my lead until I'm given a reason to stop.
According to her, there will be a big drug trade occurring later today and the leader of the drug trafficking sector should be present for the exchange. They'll be conducting their business inside an abandoned factory just outside of Yorknew City. I was on a completely different continent when she informed me of this but given my vast resources, I was able to charter an airship without issue.
Currently, I'm conducting research on the abandoned factory. I need to know what kind of factory it was (apparently, they made sneakers) and I need an original floorplan as well as the current floorplan. Finding the current floorplan wasn't difficult but the original proved to be more of a hassle. I squinted at the bright screen as I compared the two, noting there were only minor differences between them, and the overall layout wasn't anything unusual.
Good, there will be nowhere for them to run and hide when I hunt them down.
"This shouldn't be too difficult" I whispered to myself as I studied pictures of the building.
Pleased with the results of my research, I turned off my computer and closed my eyes as I leaned back against the couch. Immediately, images of black spikey hair and an unwavering look of feral determination flashed through my consciousness. A stabbing pain surged through my chest like a bolt of electricity, I felt my heart hammering wildly and my breath hitched in response. I groaned as I sat forward, resting my elbows on my knees while I massaged my temples, remembering why I was awake in the first place.
Looking for a distraction, I rose from my place on the couch and made my way over to the small kitchenette. It wasn't anything too special, just a beige cabinet with a sink, a mini fridge and microwave, and a small table. I grabbed one of the complimentary chamomile tea bags and began the process of heating a mug of water in the microwave. I usually preferred to surround myself with far more lavish accommodations, but I didn't plan to stay in the city long and this hole in the wall was the first hotel I happened to find upon my arrival.
Right as the microwave dinged, signaling my water was ready, I heard a musical chime sound from my bedroom. I dropped my teabag in the steaming water so it had time to steep while I went to get my phone, curious to know who would be texting me at three in the morning. When I entered the bedroom my eyes once again found themselves glued to that empty side of the bed, sheets and blanket still mostly neat from lack of occupancy. Longing coursed through me as I stared at those sheets. A longing to touch his soft skin, to be affected by his contagious joy and to gaze into his defiant eyes just one more time. The idea that he would never fully ripen into the sumptuous fruit I knew he was meant to be sickened me. Eventually, I managed to peel myself away so I could investigate the unknown text. I frowned when I saw who the sender was.
Killua: [Yo, clown…. Do you have any new information?]
I rolled my eyes as I swiftly replied back.
Hisoka: {Isn't it past your bedtime?}
Killua: [Stop treating me like a fucking child!]
Hisoka: {If the shoe fits…}
Killua: [FUCK YOU]
I waited to see if there was more, but he remained silent. I smirked as I carried my phone out with me and placed it on the table next to my mug. A pleasant, herbal aroma was lifting into the air with the steam, easing me into a calmer state from the scent alone. I brought the mug to my lips and took a small sip of the hot liquid. I could feel it warming me as it sloshed down my throat, pulling with it my restless anxiety and leaving serenity in its wake. I took another sip, chasing after that calmness I knew I needed.
As I felt myself settling, my phone sounded again. This time the little shit was actually calling me instead of texting. I considered leaving it go but I knew he'd keep calling until I answered. I didn't feel like dealing with him, but I also knew there was only one way to make the problem go away.
"What do you want?" I answered curtly. I wanted to make sure he knew he was pissing me off, the little shit.
"You still didn't answer my question, clown." His voice carried a timbre I wasn't used to hearing from him. He sounded as emotionally exhausted as I currently felt.
"Hmm… well I suppose I could tell you…" I'm going to try and find some enjoyment out of this. There isn't much that brings me joy right now, but I think pissing the little Zoldyck off will do just the trick.
"So, you do know something then? Come on, out with it!"
"And what will I get in return, I wonder?"
"I can tell you what you'll get if you don't answer me. My foot up your-"
I chuckled heartily at his cute intimidation tactic. Yes, this was the right call. "Is this how you ask everyone for things? You're being rude." I let the amusement shine in my tone as I spoke.
"Rude?! Are you fucking kidding? God you're so annoying. I don't get what Gon… saw… in" I took in a sharp breath at his name being said as I listened to Killua's momentum die out to be replaced by quiet sniffles.
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, breathing in and out rhythmically until I felt the built-up tightness in my chest give way a little. It figured as soon as I was beginning to enjoy myself it would all come crashing down again. "I found and took out the leader of their weapons ring" I offered as I continued my steady breathing.
"Oh… okay." His words had lost all bite, his tone was completely subdued. "So, your contact, Iori said there were six sectors within Righteous Destiny. Since you took out Jonah with crisis management as well as the weapons trafficking sector, then that just leaves four more, right?"
"I believe so." With two down and four to go we still had a long road ahead of us. It didn't matter much to me though. One way or another, I would make sure they all suffered immensely for what they did.
"Right, and I'm still working on taking out all the recruiters. Iori said there were eight of them and since I took out the guy from the festival, I have only been able to track down three others so far." He made a soft huffing noise, clearly frustrated by his lack of progress. If I had it my way, I'd take them out myself but Killua refused to back down. Ultimately, I decided to let him clean them up so I could focus on everyone else. He cared for Gon and was deserving of his vengeance, even if I did want to take it all for myself.
"I was able to get intel regarding where I could find the drug ring. They will all be dead by nightfall." I felt this information was enough to conclude this troublesome conversation. I hung up on him and took another sip of my tea, reflecting quietly on the day's upcoming events. I couldn't wait to storm through the factory, filling the air with nothing but the sound of crunching bones and tearing flesh. My festering bloodlust rose in interest from the thought alone, overflowing the room with my violent desires.
Movement off to the left startled me from my growing obsession, leading me to quickly glance in that direction. I narrowed my eyes on the glass bowl, filled with water and multicolored stones. I watched as Kraken swam indifferently around the pirate ship I bought, moving to and fro within his confined space. With my warm mug secured in my hand, I walked over to the end table where the little orange fish was and knelt, so his bowl was at eye level.
"Tomorrow is the day. I'll flush you down the toilet tomorrow" I threatened the fish with resolution. I'm certain we've done this dance almost every day now, and still when it comes time to dispose of the creature, I find myself pushing his demise off yet again. I never wanted the thing but he did. Now, I just can't seem to bring myself to dispose of it. Instead, I settle for feeding it and changing its water… sometimes. I'd like to think it would make him happy to know I was taking care of it for him. Still, sentimentality is no reason to hang onto a burden.
No, tomorrow will be the day.