Thank you for making it this far with me! We get to learn why Chrollo is so keen on having Fuyushi around! This chapter also humanizes our Magician and I hope it's not too OOC. If it is, I love the feedback :3 I wasn't sure how to execute what was in my head, so please forgive me if it's confusing!
I rewrote this four different times because I hated it. That's what took so long to post :(
Warning: This chapter is NSFW, cannon varied slightly for OC
A Diamond Among Killers
August 1st, Zoldyck Estate
Hisoka Morow was currently stretched out on a hammock waiting for Silva Zoldyck to pause his training to speak with him. His eyes were closed as he reminisced his first encounter with Fuyushi, one that he hoped she would never recall.
The laughter couldn't drown out the sounds of my hungry stomach. Twelve days, two hours, and twenty-six minutes since I ran from the circus only to wind up back here to scavenge for food.
A girl's screams nearly sent me running again. Did someone recognize me? I should have dyed my hair. My red's too noticeable.
"Stop Lumi-lum! That's my cotton candy!"
Oh...it was only a spoiled brat.
"Papa, tell him to quit eating my snacks!" Another whine alerted me of their closeness. Her high-pitched yelling was almost unbearable.
"I said to stop eaTING MY FOOD, ILLUMI!" The ridiculously annoying voice shouted before punching the boy she was fussing at.
The sound of her taunter hitting the ground was intriguing. So there was a bite with her bark? I slowly leaned from my hiding place to see the child causing such a ruckus.
A pint-sized girl no older than eight was frowning at the boy she had knocked down, profusely apologizing for hitting him so hard. Her empathy wasn't for show. Anyone could see that her concern was genuine.
That wasn't what had me ogling her though. She was so small and clean and perfect. She was like an unopened doll in a box waiting to be admired. Her hair was blonder than the buttered popcorn she was chewing on and her eyes were like those uncut purple rocks the fortune teller kept under her pillows. What did she call them? Amethysts?
The best part of this girl? Her arms were full of food! She had boxes of candy, a pretzel coated in salt, and two hotdogs within her petite arms.
"Fuyushi, you're making a scene. Remember, I brought you here for an assignment. You should be focused on finding your first target and less on your appetite."
"How am I supposed to assassinate someone on an empty stomach? Oooo look at that guy! He looks like a magician. I'm going to go see him!" The bird disregarded her father's instruction and flew to the disgusting human tilting his tall hat at her.
Assassinate? Was this the Zoldyck clan? What were they doing here?
The intoxicating smell of food she was carrying had me forgetting the concerning words and tripping over my feet to follow her.
"Ah, what a bright-eyed beauty you are. Would you like to play a game?" The magician, the man that helped create me, asked the girl.
Her father was already behind her. The giant man wasted little time in assessing my sperm donor's predatory essence. The fact that I looked like him was why my mother discarded me into his care (well lack thereof really).
"No, she does not."
"Ugh, it's so unfair," she chirped before stomping away as her father 'dealt' with that disgusting excuse of a human. Good riddance.
This was my chance at approaching her alone. She continued to walk around aimlessly, clearly lost. She eventually settled down in the out-of-bounds area where the caged animals were kept.
She removed the jacket she was wearing and spread it out onto the ground. Then, she arranged her food into a picnic on the thin cloth. Her eyes slowly lifted and locked onto mine.
And to think I had gone unnoticed.
"Will you please share this with me? I need to have it all gone before I'm forced to give some of it to my brother," she asked, her hand motioning for me to come closer.
My feet moved to her on their own accord. Even my pride could not outweigh my hunger. I spit the bungee gum I had been living off of into a wrapper I had in my pocket before diving into the feast she was pushing towards me.
She watched me quietly. Her eyes widened at how savagely I devoured her gifts. The only treat she kept for herself was a spindle of cotton candy. Once I was done, I frowned at her defensive position she held over the sugary snack.
"Don't even think about it bumble-gum boy. This is mine."
"Why would I want that after everything you've given me? Oh, and this isn't just any gum. It's bungee gum and it can do stuff like this," I explained as I transformed my aura to mimic my favorite candy.
"You know how to use nen? And I want a piece of this gum."
"I do. Do you want to play a game of war? Winner gets my last piece," I asked, waving a pack of cards in front of her.
"Yes!" Her eyes lit up like the diamonds in the sky above us. Diamonds? That's exactly what she was— something clear and untarnished, priceless and bright, something very different from me.
She won, of course, and there went the remainder of the gum I would have for this month. The loss was worth it though.
"Want to play again?"
"I really do, but I'm actually supposed to do something important," she puckered out her bottom lip before pulling out a piece of paper listing my information. It even included a picture of me juggling on a tightrope.
Her eyebrows pinched together as realization dawned over her. She folded the paper back and tucked it away.
"I better get going, but first, I'd like to know your name. You're the first person that's actually played with me that isn't forced to."
"I'm Hisoka."
Her eyes darkened once I confirmed her worries. Yes, little diamond, I am your target.
"Your name means 'reserved'. Is that why you were hiding from me before? You don't have to live up to the name, you know. I'm Fuyushi, but please don't use it. You can literally call me anything else and I'd prefer it over that ugly name."
"Are you not a bringer of death during the winter, then?" I asked, analyzing her name like she did with me. She was here for me and it was winter, after all.
"I don't want to be, no. So, what's your birthday, Hisoka?"
"June sixth."
We both know what you're doing. You don't have to delay the kill any longer. Do it, already.
"I'm jealous. I wish I were a summer baby. My mother just had to go and birth me in a blizzard. She even had the nerve to name me after it! Isn't the cold the worst?"
"Not when you have someone to share warmth with."
"Well I don't, so it's terrible! Anyway, I need to go tell my dad that I finished the job. I know he isn't going to believe me, but whatever. I'm used to disappointing him. Here, you should get some new clothes, food, and color your hair blue or something," she rambled before throwing some jenny at me and running away.
Funny, that he was forever grateful that she forgot about that. He was much grander at fifteen, the teen she remembered in place of that dirty urchin child she was supposed to kill.
Every time he saw her, her beauty grew. It's been over four months since she left Heavens Arena. He bet she'd take his breath away at their next encounter.
"The mountain is a lovely site to take in when you're not having to carry my dead daughter up it," Silva stated, breaking the relaxed man's daze.
"Perhaps."
"You've already repaid your debt to Fuyushi for letting you live. A life for a life. What could possibly bring you back here? Unless, there is something else about her you wish to discuss?"
"Out of respect for your prestigious clan, I'm letting you know that she will no longer be a part of your family. She'll be starting a new one with me."
Silva Zoldyck's belly-laughter was clearly a trait his daughter had inherited. Although, it wasn't something Hisoka wanted to hear right now when he was actually being serious. Seriousness wasn't an act he was particularly known for.
"She cannot fulfill that for you, son. I made sure that the surgeon prevented such a thing from happening."
"A pity that you went through all that trouble just for her to go and undo the damage," Hisoka smirked, flipping from the hammock in a display of dramatics.
"She would find a way to correct the issue, wouldn't she?"
"The next time you see her, she will be barefoot and pregnant, and going by Mrs. Morow."
Another boisterous laughter escaped Fuyushi's father.
"You, the world's most renowned playboy whose only goal in life is to fight to the death with people, think she's going to go along with this vision of her?"
"I'm only here to tell you what's going to happen."
"You want to marry my kid?"
"Well, she's a twenty-six-year-old adult now, but yes."
"Are you sure you want someone unpredictable and unreliable like her?"
"She has her faults and I have mine."
"What if she says no? Have you even considered that possibility?"
"Then she'll still be mine, only without the legal documentation and last name."
"You aren't the first to want her. Did you know that? Although, the other man asked for my permission. Unlike you. You were both supposed to die young at the hands of my small, winter child. It seems Fuyushi has an uncanny knack for sparing kids that grow up to cause me unnecessary headaches."
This was certainly news to Hisoka. He knew Chrollo had asked about her, but he didn't realize what the intentions were or that his relationship with Fuyushi had even gone that far back.
"I turned him away. It was clear that he never stood a chance, so why bother wasting his time giving him false hope when you exist?" Silva continued, hinting that he preferred the magician.
"Why are you telling me this?" Hisoka asked. It didn't really matter to him who else was interested in his plaything as long as she was his.
"Winter is a burden. You would be doing my family a favor by taking her from us, Grim Reaper."
"My pleasure. Where is she, by the way?"
"You mean to tell me that you marched all the way up here, declared that she would be yours, and you don't even know where she's at?" Silva tilted his head, clearly amused.
"We have a complicated relationship at the moment."
Silva's snake-like eyes held the same shade of purple Fuyushi's did. They studied the golden ones holding their own intimidating stare. The man was a good fit for Fuyushi and who was he to deny her a happiness she would never find at home? His oldest begged him to keep her location between them, but Hisoka's persistent nature persuaded him to snitch.
"She's spent the past four months in Yorknew City working. She's also preparing for an arachnid slaughter. Do you think she'll survive it this time?"
"Are you suggesting that I wasted my time having this discussion with you?"
"Like I said, Hisoka Morow, that girl's a burden."
With that, Hisoka narrowed his eyes, made a tsk sound with his teeth, and turned to make his way back down the mountain.
A burden her father called her. She had so much respect for the man and he spoke about her like she wasn't the only decent thing to come out of the assassin household. Her family was trash. It didn't matter how much wealth they possessed; they would always be garbage to him now.
Alluka and Kalluto exchanged emotionless expressions as they watched the impressive man leave their father's side. It was obvious why Fuyushi had been so taken by him. Who wouldn't be with that level of confidence?
"Big sister doesn't have to come back now," Kalluto whispered.
"Kill's going to be sad," Alluka replied. Her hair was messy like the other female Zoldyck sibling. It was the only thing they had in common.
"She never really belonged here."
"Do I?" Alluka mumbled, noting that she shared another thing in common with Fuyushi.
August 31st
Chrollo Lucilfer looked at his watch to verify the time. Rumor had it, that a certain Zoldyck princess was here in Yorknew City searching for something. He shouldn't have approached her so strongly before. Had he not learned from his past mistakes with her?
His pace slowed as he thought about the first time he met her.
She was like a hawk, the way her eyes locked onto me as I ducked into a stack of debris. She couldn't see me shake, but I knew she could hear it. Was this it? Was this how I would die? Here, twelve years young, hungry, and buried in an old plastic storage container?
"How pitiful that you're my target. You're only a child. What did you do for my family to be called?" She spoke so softly, so calmly as she descended upon me.
"You're only a kid too," I levelly replied.
She couldn't have been too much older than eight; yet her eyes, those fierce, intimidating eyes made it clear that she was at least thirteen. Whatever her age, her skills of the hunt exceeded most adults even from the wretched town.
"Your aura sings to me. It's so fresh, like a wildflower meadow after a spring rainfall. What potential you could have if I just...stepped away," she answered, her voice trilled as if she were singing.
And then, she was gone. She was no more than a vapor evaporating into the polluted air around her.
Fuyushi Zoldyck said he had potential. So, he spent the next ten years building an army for her, to show her how right she had been to let him live. But his advances to have her join him in his goals had been in vain. Rejection was all she had ever given him.
All because of a clown of a magician.
Or so he originally thought. When he finally lured her away, she made no indication that she had ever known him before. So many deaths under her fingertips that she didn't have the capacity to remember the lives she spared.
The ax forgets but the trees remember, so they say.
Still, he continued to fortify his Spider until it was flawless. He'll become someone she could no longer resist. Who cares if she shared a childhood bond with the caricature of a man, Hisoka? All bonds were breakable and soon, soon he would shatter theirs.
Chrollo took a seat in the building he selected for the team's temporary hideout. He checked his watch again.
Hisoka was late.
Hisoka's unnerving chuckle sent the few people brave enough to stand close to him away. He had spent the entire day watching Fuyushi scramble about Yorknew City. His birdie was working at least three jobs so that she could afford the rent to the apartment she had been staying in until her business with the Phantom Troupe was finalized.
The payment was something she could have avoided had she simply provided her Hunters License. She was so keen on avoiding him that she would rather run herself ragged than to give him an easy way to find her.
It was humorous watching her waste away without him. Was she that afraid of his rejection? He wanted to reach out to her then. Seeing her slouch into a bar where she would undoubtedly drink her weight in alcohol made his blood boil, but he only had to wait one more night.
He sighed as Fuyushi stumbled out of the bar an hour later, giggling from drunkenness.
"Kurapikaaaaaa. I know I said I wouldn't drink again, but...I did and I need a ride hoooome. Thank youuuu. Is that Neon in the background? Tell her I said heeeeeyyy. And to never read me again, I don't like that. Yeeeessss, okay I'll be here byeeee."
One more night and he could finally establish a permanent position in her life and end all of this foolishness. One more night and she would have a part of him no matter where she would run away next.
September 1st
Fuyushi groaned as the setting sun peeked through her window. Another day, another unforgiving hangover she thought she could sleep off.
Her partner in crime, Hambone, snorted from his pallet on the floor. She spent the past four months training him so that he could assist her on her jobs.
"Can you believe it's already six in the evening? I need to get ready for the auction. I don't want to face Kurapika and his disappointment if I don't show up. He is depending on me. Do you remember the plan?"
"Oink. Oink? Oink oink." I've been up since nine this morning. When is father going to find us? He cooks better and he actually cleans up after himself, Hambone replied.
"That's right! You'll carry my bag of clothes that I'll need to change into in case I ruin my dress."
Hambone gave her a cold stare. That wasn't what he said at all, but yes, he knew the plan.
Without any real motives to guide her, she fell into a pattern of 'bad habits' as Kurapika called her lifestyle. She'd wait tables at two different popular food joints, take on a job for her father, and then spend the rest of the night drinking at local clubs and sometimes singing for a band she joined during one of her drunken stupors.
She thought the work would distract her from her broken heart, but it didn't.
Her love for Hisoka hadn't dwindled at all. She went to bed thinking of him, woke up thinking of him, and caught herself singing in the shower over him.
It was embarrassing.
She grunted in exhaustion as she climbed out of bed. Any glow and health she had gotten from her lover was now gone. She was a hideous mess much like her apartment.
Fuyushi didn't bother combing her hair or applying any makeup after she brushed her teeth and washed her face. There was no point in trying if she was going to get professional help later on.
She quickly dressed in red shorts, a lacy white crop top with spaghetti straps, and white high-top converse. This less material she wore now would make it easier to change back into in case something terrible happened tonight.
She shivered thinking about what Neon told her yesterday when she visited Kurapika to get acquainted with his coworkers.
Her strength will be outmatched by one who is unknown skilled.
Red painted floors reflect the gown of a killer unkilled.
Barren was Winter as she froze in the night.
But magic will undo her blight.
Something was going to go down. Was she expecting to see the Troupe tonight? No. But was she prepared to deal with them if she did come in direct contact with them? Also no.
"All right let's go my piglet," the snow-haired woman sighed as she wrapped her bag around Hambone and added the leash they both hated.
Two hours later, Fuyushi stepped from a boutique in a red satin, sleeveless, sweetheart neckline dress with a train that trumpeted behind her. The slit at the front of the gown climbed up the middle of her thigh. Her hair was combed to the side and braided in a fish-tail style.
Her eyelids were heavily painted in a smoke-like design, making her purple irises pop against the dark grays. Her lips appeared plumper thanks to the ruby-red color glossed on them. Her feet were tucked into silver stilettos that were already causing her discomfort.
Fuyushi was taking in the sites with a flask of gin in her hand as she walked her way to where Neon's posse were staying when she saw a crowd forming. LeOrio's thunderous tone caught her attention. If he was here, then so were Gon and Killua!
Feitan felt the air pull from his lungs. He didn't believe in the afterlife, yet there Fuyushi stood, like a red angel of the night. He noticed Franklin tense beside him as Shizuku stepped up to the arm-wrestling table.
"I'm not seeing things, am I?" Franklin asked as Fuyushi pushed her way through the crowd, chugging the booze as if it were water.
Feitan's hands trembled as he fumbled with his phone. He set up the video call to Chrollo. He and the others not with their boss currently, had headphones set to hear any conversations made to those at the hideout.
"She's not dead," he stated as soon as he heard Chrollo answer. The boss transferred the video feed to the tv so that those present with him could be witness to whatever it was that seemed to startle the short man.
"What the fuck, is that Fuyushi?! She doesn't look dead at all. She looks good!" Phinks shouted as he examined the woman.
Hisoka's eye's narrowed. How could his love dove be so reckless knowing that she had an important job to attend?
"So, she's here after all. She looks dressed for the auction. Take care not to let her see you. I have a few things I would like to discuss with her. Try to keep her in your sites until I say otherwise."
"Okay, boss," Franklin replied.
"What's going on? What are we still doing here? I lost," Shizuku spoke up once she returned to the two men accompanying her.
"Were you not listening? An old Troupe member is here," Feitan answered.
"Oh? Who?" The raven-haired woman eagerly asked.
"Fuyushi Zoldyck. I forgot you weren't with us during her membership."
"That one? The one that cut off half the legs to Chrollo's Spider years ago?"
"Unfortunately."
"OoOOoOo, can we hang around a bit longer. I want to see how strong she is!"
"Don't bring any attention to yourself, Shizuku," Chrollo warned.
"Yes, sir!"
A few whistles from the crowd encouraged Fuyushi to step up for the challenge. The trio of Phantom members got closer to keep her in their visual.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Killua's disapproving tone scared Gon and LeOrio; however, the person it was meant to upset appeared unphased.
Fuyushi waved a hand under her chin, indicating that they needed to act like they didn't know her. It was a sign the Zoldycks used whenever they thought they were being watched.
"Isn't it obvious?" she laughed, "I want that ring."
"The ring?! What about—" Gon blurted before Kill could stop him.
The Phantom members close to the woman looked at each other in concern. Chrollo's gray gaze met with Hisoka's honey one.
"What about what honey bun?"
"Oh uhhh, it's nothing. So, you were wanting to try to get the diamond?" Gon corrected himself.
"I do! But, I'm not comfortable challenging a kid. What about...that guy!" Fuyushi laughed as she pointed her flask to LeOrio.
"What? You want to challenge me to an arm-wrestling match?" The glasses-wearing future doctor asked in disbelief.
"Hell yeah! I wanna see how strong you really are!" She shouted, throwing the flask of gin at the brick wall behind the man.
"...I guess I can't turn down such an enthusiastic offer."
LeOrio replaced Gon and stretched out his right arm. Fuyushi seductively took the seat across from him before taking his hand in hers.
Seconds ticked by as the crowd grew quiet.
"She needs to quit playing around and finish him already," Killua snickered quietly beside Gon.
"I don't think she is. Remember when we came to get you? He was able to open two of the gates on his own. He's only gotten stronger since then," Gon replied.
"...are you serious?" Kill stuttered, finally understanding the sweat beading on his sister's forehead.
"Holy shit," Fuyushi gasped as two more minutes passed before she could no longer hold her own.
Her arm slammed through the table, breaking the wooden structure. She felt her shoulder dislocate from the impact.
"It's a good thing you're training to be a doctor, huh?" She laughed as the crowd exchanged cries of worry and fear for the woman holding her arm delicately.
"He's going to kill me. I'm as good as dead," LeOrio whined as he snapped Fuyushi's shoulder back in place.
"Who?" Fuyushi laughed, knowing good and well he was referring to Hisoka. Her laughter eased the tension and reminded the idiot that he wasn't supposed to know her.
"What time is it, by the way? I don't want to be late for my important date," she added as she moved her arm around to test out LeOrio's fix.
"Eight now," Gon answered, his wide eyes flickering from the shattered table, to her arm, to her dress, and up to her long eyelashes.
"Aww damn I better get going. I really wanted that diamond too," the odd woman replied, leaving a stunned group of people behind.
"Disconnect and return. We need to change our plans a bit," Chrollo instructed the trio of Troupe members trailing the Zoldyck as she walked her pet pig down the street.
"Hambone, on the count of three, one of my plants is going to swallow us and take us directly to Kurapika. We're being followed and we can't afford them to know where his boss is staying. One. Two. Three," Fuyushi whispered anxiously to her baby as she allowed one of her venus flytraps to swallow them out of site from the people tracking her.
The Underground Auction
Fuyushi's foot tapped impatiently as she listened to the orders being delivered to Kurapika's unit. Once dismissed, she lazily followed the woman with pink hair—a trait she found annoying for obvious reasons.
At least this one has spunk and is funny. Unlike Machi and her stupid dryass attitude, she thought as they climbed the staircase to view the ornate auction room from above.
The entrance closed, signaling the start of the event. Fuyushi felt her gin in her stomach turn as the two men she thought she had lost earlier took the stage.
I knew it.
"We should head back to the exit. I don't think those guys are the hosts," she warned, her tone as crisp as the season she was named for.
Her words were barely out of her mouth when Franklin's fingers opened fire onto the seated crowd. She and those associated with Neon fled the brutal scene only to be faced with the woman she saw with the other Troupe members earlier.
"Baise!" Fuyushi screamed before Shizuku's vacuum landed a fatal blow to the woman running.
The pixie-haired girl paused to look at the red-faced Zoldyck.
"The boss wants you alive for now. See you later."
Fuyushi felt her essence drain from her. Why didn't she attack? Why were her feet as frozen as her soul?
Move, Zoldyck! Move you fucking coward! She screamed at herself.
Hambone rushed in and began snorting around her feet.
"I'm okay, buddy, but everyone else isn't. I didn't do anything. I just stood bye and watched the slaughter."
"You'll react differently next time," Melody's tender voice calmed the frustrated woman. "Kurapika told me of your past with the Spiders. It's okay to be afraid of them. You're alive because of that fear."
"I'm alive because their boss wants me to be," Fuyushi mumbled.
"We can use this to our advantage," Kurapika interrupted and placed a hand on the small woman's shoulder. "You being with us is a huge break. Now you know some of their nen abilities."
"I guess you're right. I can get more information on your targets since they can't kill me. Maybe I can find a way to infiltrate their hideout. But for now, I'm just going to change and head home. Come on, Hambone," Fuyu replied, fighting the need to yawn.
"I'll let you know if anything else happens," Kurapika added as the woman walked away in defeat.
Midnight
Kurapika walked into Fuyushi's apartment to find a cotton candy scented candle burning and the woman wrapped in three different blankets asleep on a couch littered with empty wine bottles.
"Fuyushi," he whispered, unsure if waking her up like this was the right thing to do.
"Hmm, Hisoka is that you?" She stretched awake. Her face turned crimson once she realized what she had said.
"I need you to come with me."
"What? Why? What's going on, Kurapika?"
"We captured one of the members."
"... you what? We agreed that I needed to be present before you did anything crazy like that!"
"I...I didn't want to see you..."
"You didn't want to see me die again?"
"I'll explain what happened on the way."
"On the way? To where? Kurapika what is up with you?"
She didn't get an answer from the red-eyed man with his back turned to her so that she could change out of her pajamas. Twenty minutes later, they were out the door.
He went into detail about the events that occurred while she was home resting, so the trip out of the urban area of city and into the rural section passed quickly.
Autumn reminded the exhausted woman of its cool existence as the leaves beneath her shoes crunched to pieces with each step she took behind Kurapika. What was she thinking putting on the crop top and shorts she had on earlier that day?
The warm oranges of the season were a poor reflection for the dead browns crumbling beneath the woman's feet. The changing colors were death's only beauty. Once all the bright reds and yellows fell and faded, Fuyushi would be forced to endure another bitter winter.
She looked up to see that they were entering an abandoned amusement park. A feeling of nostalgia washed over her. Had she been here before?
The blond frowned at Fuyushi's deliberate pause. Did she figure out who they were meeting?
"Fuyu, is something bothering you?"
It was an innocent enough question, but he knew she wouldn't answer it honestly. Truthfully, he noticed the woman slowly dwindle within the past month they spent together. He wasn't sure when she ate or slept, but he knew it wasn't enough. Especially seeing how twiggy and irritable she had become.
"No, I'm tired and my feet hurt from the heels I had on earlier."
"I shouldn't have brought you along. You needed the rest."
"Apparently you do have to bring me along though. I left the auction massacre in your hands because I didn't want to deal with the mafia and all their drama just so you could get even more involved and fucking kidnap a Phantom Troupe member!"
Okay, he had been silent enough about her health. If she was comfortable enough around him to insult him on how he handled the situation that she did nothing to help, then he was going to spit a bit of cold truth back.
"If you didn't work three jobs and show up at the auction still tipsy from whatever the hell kind of alcohol you chose to get wasted to today, then you wouldn't have frozen up when the Troupe showed themselves and you wouldn't be so sick now."
"I have to work that many jobs to freaking afford that goddamn apartment that I'm renting to HELP YOU WITH YOUR SPIDER SITUATION!"
"You don't have to work to live there. All you have to do is show your license."
"I have to keep a low profile! I've already told you that. The only people that would recognize me here are your coworkers, Gon, Kill, LeOrio, and whoever we're about to meet now."
"Whoever indeed," Hisoka's sing-song voice answered for Kurapika.
At once, the sounds of carnival games, children laughing, and the twinkling of ride music rang in her ears. The taste of a funnel cake lingered on her tongue. She felt her heart deflate the longer the rich caramel stare from her oldest and closest friend lingered over her.
"The abandoned park should have been a giveaway," Fuyushi sighed.
"Yes, your skills in perception have taken a turn for the worst."
"Hello, my name is Hisoka and I'm an expert at pointing out the obvious. I'm also a master of making people either really uncomfortable or into my playthings. Oh, and check out my cards and bungee gum," Fuyushi snapped. She yawned at least three different times during her breakdown of the man sitting on the carousel horse across from her.
"Fuyushi, I understand that you have a past with him, so I'm going to make this quick and then give you two some privacy."
"Wh...what? Wait, KurapIKA NO—" Fuyushi's whining was stopped by one of Hisoka's cards slapping across her mouth. She felt ropes of his aura wrap around her wrists before he pulled her close and forced her to sit in the carousel cart beside him.
The woman sat in utter disbelief as the two men exchanged information. The only sounds she was able to make were disapproving grunts towards Kurapika. Who the hell did he think he was setting her up like this?!
She grew tired of the conversation she was excluded from, so she pulled her knees up to her chest and nestled down into a fetal position in the cart for a more comfortable resting position. Hearing Hisoka's melodic voice increased her need for sleep.
"Mmm!" She hmphed as the man pulled her back into a sitting position. He was making sure she didn't get the pleasure of rest until he approved of it.
Fuyushi looked around, relieved that Kurapika was gone. Hisoka plucked the card from her mouth and sat back on the opposite side of the cart she was in. His head leaned back against the edge of the cart and his arms stretched out beside him as if this was the most ordinary place to be. As if, this was the most casual way to corner a person into a discussion they wanted to avoid.
"You still haven't given me an answer, little diamond."
"Hi..so..ka.."
His head snapped back up so that his eyes could lock down on the lilac ones avoiding him.
"Are you going to give me a child or not?"
The words hurt worse than Machi's threads.
She didn't think her throat could swell any tighter. Why did it always burn so fiercely when she tried to hold back tears?
One fell despite her desperation to remain stoic.
"I."
Another tear danced down her rosy cheek.
"I...I can't, okay! I can't give you what you want! Are you happy now? Are you satisfied with the answer you waited months to hear? Are you pleased that you can finally cut me out of your weird lifestyle and fuck around with whoever whenever since I..."
The tears broke down the weakened dam.
"Since I...since I can't give you the one thing I want more than you?"
He watched her in silence as her confession finally escaped her pouting lips. She curled back into a fetal position now that the damage was done. She no longer cared if he saw her fragile and sloppy from crying. None of it mattered because he would be leaving soon.
Her sobbing eventually stopped. She had passed out from the night's events and even the strongest of women could only fight sleep for so long. He carefully pulled her up into his lap and dried the dampness from her face.
The specific slapping sound cards make when being shuffled awoke the slumbering woman.
"Ugh," she moaned as she stretched awkwardly. It took her a few minutes to remember where the fuck she was.
She was alone and freezing. So, Hisoka had left her then?
It is what it is. She thought as she forced herself to stand and mentally prepare for the walk of shame back to the city.
"There's something I've always wanted to do with you," Hisoka stated as he put the deck of cards he had been shuffling back into his pocket.
Fuyushi, thinking she was by herself, screamed and tripped out of the carousel cart.
"We need to work on your sense of perception before you try going against the Spiders again." Hisoka tsked before picking the woman up and carrying her into a building full of mirrors.
"I..umm...you're still here? But why?"
"I want you to stop asking questions and let me play with you. Do you think you can manage?"
"I...fine whatever," she consented. She would more than likely never meet another like him, so why pass up the offer if it could potentially be the last?
He wasted no time in removing her clothes. The goosebumps covering her arms began to decorate her exposed abdomen, forcing her nipples to harden and poke into his chest once he picked her back up.
Her teeth chattered from a mixture of the chilly atmosphere and the nerves pumping through her veins. The man held her effortlessly with one arm as he used his other to adjust himself inside of her.
He could see her reflection bounce from mirror to mirror. Her scars were as white as lightening compared to the darkness encasing the pale bodies wrapped around one another. Hisoka's fingers from his left hand clinched into her ribcage while the fingers from his right gripped her ass as he lifted her up and slammed her back down onto him.
Seeing each of her scars, each of her dips and grooves glisten in the moonlit house of mirrors had the man's eyes rolling in ecstasy. If he didn't slow down soon, the moment would end before he could fully appreciate it.
He quickly turned so that one of the mirrors supported her back. Now that he was the one on full display of the mirrors, Fuyushi understood the fantasy. Each muscle from his back, arms, and legs were flexed in god-like beauty around her. His vivid hair was like a match lighting the room and her hands tangled desperately into the red locks as if they were keeping her balance and not the mirror she was pressed against.
She could no longer keep her arousal quiet. Deep, throaty moans filled the empty spaces between the lovers and the mirrors as she sank into the absolute bliss Hisoka was sending her into.
If only the passionate act could last forever. She felt him quiver between her thighs as he unashamedly filled her up.
"You've always been such a good girl, little diamond. Let's get you home, hmm?"