Hey everyone ! Welp, here we are ! "Ladies and gents this is the moment you've been waiting for..." xD
So yeah, to quote one of my fav tip toks, if you start reading this chapter, "I hope no one's walking on me watching this cause... this is... this is... uuuuh..."
And I also know the whole setting is hella cliché, but come on, we all know it works so well xD !
Have fun readiiing !
TW : Graphic depiction of sex scenes, +18, don't read if it makes you uncomfortable !
XIII. A simple favor — After the Dodgeball game, Greed Island
Part 1
It was not what she had expected. The dodgeball game was not the kind of game they could easily win. Or even survive to, for the matter. Hisoka had made it with two broken fingers, Gon had been out cold and Kirua was hiding the pain in his poor hands as best as he could. Lara was not unharmed either. During the fight, Razor quickly understood that her abilities to form a wall of flame to protect herself and those around her was created at the expense of an invincible protection. She had built a box of flame around their square to slow down Razor's attacks, but the area she covered made her wall weaker than when she was just protecting herself. At first, Lara was able to slow Razor's balls and protect her team, but after a while, he managed to curve the ball right to her weak spot and aim right to her legs. She managed to catch the ball between her calves with a flip, but the sheer strength of his attack had ruined her right leg, leaving her wobbly for the rest of the fight.
Thanks to Gon's strategy — which made Hisoka laugh with glee —, the four of them managed to stop Razor's attack. Gon finally ended the fight with his incredible technique that left everyone speechless. Lara understood why Hisoka had taken such a twisted interest in the kid : he was going to be one of the most powerful Hunter the world would ever know, one day.
« Kirua, » Lara said, hopping on one foot to the white-haired kid.
He looked up at her, curious.
« Give me your hands. I can't heal them fully, but I can make the pain go away, if you want. »
The boy nodded, giving her his almost purple hands. This kid must've been through so much torture in his childhood to handle such a wound so calmly. Under the watchful eyes of Hisoka, who had stayed with them until now, Lara slowly absorbed the pain radiating in Kirua's skin. She heard him sigh in relief.
« Thank you, it's much more bearable now. How is your leg ? »
« It's fine, don't worry, I heal quickly. I'm happy to have helped you all, be careful when you come across Boomer, he's stronger than he looks. »
« You're not coming with us ? » asked Gon, a bit disappointed.
« No, I'm sorry. There are important things I have to investigate. But I'm sure you'll win this game, I've never doubted your victory, » she added with a wink.
Lara bid them farewell, hopping down the stairs of the lighthouse on her good leg, feeling reassured about the kids. They'll be fine, I hope we'll meet again soon…
As she reached the bottom, Lara lied against the cold brick for a second, looking up at the starry night.
« So, where are we going now ? »
Lara rolled her eyes. Of course he didn't stay with the kids. Of course he didn't go his own way.
« I don't know, Hisoka, » she sighed, « What about I go find what I'm looking for and you go find your exorcist ? »
« So harsh, after all we've been through during this game… » whined the clown dramatically.
« You're exhausting. »
Lara didn't have the energy to deal with the clown's attitude tonight. She was tired and overwhelmed by today's events. All she wanted to do was to sleep for a bit and go back to Love City and be done once and for all with this island.
She lifted herself from the wall and started limping toward the city's center. « I'm going to find a place to sleep, do what you want. »
She walked a few meters, looking around for a hotel when she felt her feet leave the ground. In a swift motion, Hisoka had just picked her up, bridal style.
« A gentleman can't leave a wounded woman walk on her own, can he ? Besides, I can't look for the High Priestess without you, so I guess we're stuck together until you decide to investigate, » he purred, his usual smirk stretching his lips.
« You, a gentleman ? » Lara laughed, « Let me down, I can walk on my own, » she ordered, but to be honest, she didn't have the energy to truly fight him. Hisoka didn't relent and kept holding her across the town, so Lara kept her mouth shut for now.
People were moving out of their way, scared by the power the pair of them gave off. Lara saw some girls bush at the sight of Hisoka, some men look at them with a certain jealousy. Lara was grateful for the relief it gave her leg, which was in worst shape than she thought it was when she glimpsed the purple spreading under her black bandages. She surprised herself when she let her head rest on his chest, but the heat radiating off his body was more than welcome during the chill night. Hisoka tightened his grip, and Lara felt strangely safe in his arms. She raised her head, observing the clown's jaw, sharp and defined in the artificial lights of the city. He was looking around, searching for a hotel, barely acknowledging the fact that he had a girl in his arms.
« Enjoying the show ? » he noticed, his golden eyes looking down to find Lara's.
She blushed a bit when she realized he caught her staring, but she didn't back down, « Why are you doing this ? »
I told you, I'm not leaving until I find out who's looking after us, » he merely replied, his eyes back on the street's buildings.
Lara sighed at his half-answer, but didn't have the courage to press it. Hisoka turned toward a dimly lit building, where the drawing of a bed was hanging next to the entrance.
He finally dropped her with more gentleness than she expected before entering the hotel. The girl winced when she landed on her foot, looking forward to a good night's rest.
« Good evening and welcome to the Blue Lagoon's Hotel, what can I do for you ? » asked the receptionist with a polite smile.
« Two rooms, please. »
« I'm sorry, but we're quite busy this evening, we only have a room left, would that work for you ? »
Lara groaned, « Is there any other hotel in town ? »
« I'm afraid not, miss. »
« I don't mind sharing a bed, » purred Hisoka.
She closed her eyes in frustration. Besides her, the clown was beaming. I'm going to murder him. Lara made a quick list in her mind : the pros of the hotel was the fact that she needed rest to heal her leg, that it was the only hotel in town, that it was already too late to find another solution and that she was about to go mad if she didn't have a moment of peace. The cons of this solution was the fact that she had to share a room with the psychopath who was yearning to kill her. Technically, this fact alone would be enough to make any sane people run in the opposite direction.
« We'll take it, » she relented, giving Hisoka a side eyes while he was acting all innocent. Of course he wouldn't be bothered in the slightest to share a room with her, this man had no concept of privacy whatsoever.
Please be two separate beds, please be two separate beds… pleaded Lara as she took the keys and walked up to the third floor where their room was awaiting them at the end of a dimly lit corridor. When she pushed the door open, the first thing she noticed was the huge window with a view on the ocean that she immediately liked. The next thing she saw was the bed on the center of the small room. A king sized bed.
Fuck.
Lara wasted no time and hopped to the bed, where she finally laid down her leg with a relieved sigh. Hisoka closed the door after him, examining his surroundings as well. His mischevious smile widened at the sight of the bed.
« Don't even think about it, » Lara immediately said, the gleam in his golden eyes not reassuring her at all, « You either act like a decent human being for once and let me sleep alone on the bed or I'll sleep on the couch. »
Hisoka only walked towards the window, the moonlight making him look paler than ever. « What kind of gentleman would let a woman sleep in a couch ? »
« Your kind ? » joked Lara, and she saw his lips twitch upward.
She looked around a bit and noticed the bathroom to her left, small but practical. She limped to the cabinet and felt a small relief when she noticed the first aid kit inside. She took it and went back to the bed, where Hisoka was now seated as if Lara hadn't just told him to stay away from it. The jester was building a card castle, unbothered as always. It crumpled when Lara sat back down, hefting her wounded leg on the mattress. The clown pouted a bit, but he focused his attention back to the dark-haired girl who was slowly removing her usual black tissue that she kept wrapped around her legs, which left her barefoot and wearing only her black short. She had pretty legs, even with the scars on her skin that looked like an intricate tattoo, they were strong and lean with just enough curve to his liking.
Lara winced when she witnessed the state of her calves : one had a pretty bad bruise on it, but it didn't hurt much. The one that left her limping on the other hand, was not pretty to look at. When she had spun around to catch the ball, her right leg had absorbed all of Razor's power, breaking a few bones in its wake.
« Shit, I think it's broken. It'll take at least a day before healing completely, maybe less if I had brought my mixtures… » Lara muttered to herself, upset that she didn't bring her own medical kit. If she was in a better shape, maybe she could've fetched some herbs to heal her…
« A day ? That's not a lot for a broken bone, » remarked Hisoka, now leaning toward her to inspect her wound. Indeed, her calf was twice bigger than the other and the purple-ish bruise spread from her ankle to her knee. It was definitely broken, and those took longer than a day to heal.
« I heal very fast. Enhancer, remember ? And genetically modified too. Those monsters made sure we could protect ourselves as much as possible, we all had to be capable of self-healing before any other experiment. »
« How many are there ? » asked Hisoka, serious for once.
Lara stopped rumaging in the first aid kit to look at him. She felt the underlying excitement behind his stern face and couldn't help but scorn at him.
« Don't get your hopes up. There aren't many of us. I was the only true success, those before me either died or weren't strong enough. When I left the facility, I burnt everything to the ground, including their formula to create more monsters, but I managed to set free those who were still imprisoned. My master, Helvar, had managed to escape a few years before me. He was number 03, the closest to match my abilities. He'd still beat the shit out of me though, even now… » she added, a smile making its way to her lips when she remembered the time they spent training, « I don't know if any other kid survived. I freed the five ones that were still alive, but I don't remember their faces. Maybe the institution found a way to create more of them by now. If they did, then finding Helvar is more important than ever… »
Hisoka didn't say anything to that, but for the first time in a very long, long time, he felt pity for Lara. He couldn't imagine how terrible it must've been for a child to go through so much pain and torture. It felt weird for him to experiment such feelings. A bit distraught, he walked back to the window to clear his spirits.
Lara looked at him, a bit confused. Hisoka's usual smile had disappeared, and he seemed to be lost in some thoughts. Maybe he was already plotting to find more people like her to kill. She shook her head, focusing back on trying to tie a bandage around her calf to keep the bones from moving too much. A cast would've been better, but it would work for now. When she finally reached her knee, Lara motioned to the clown, and without a word, he shot a bit of Bungee gum to the tissue to stick it together.
« Thanks, » Lara said, her face softening now that she could actually pause down of a while.
Hisoka went back to looking at the calm waves outside, where a few people were either walking along the beach or sitting down, laughing. He sensed Lara hopping next to him, her gaze focused on the full moon rather than the ground.
« You were pretty impressive back there, » she finally said, turning her head to see his sharp profile.
Hisoka snorted a bit, « Pretty impressive ? I was excellent, as always. »
Lara rolled her eyes, but her words had had the effect she hoped for. Hisoka seemed to relax a bit. A cry made the both of them turn their heads, coming from the ground. A toddler had just tripped and fallen face first into the sand, wailing like a madman. As soon as the mother picked him up and gently dusted the sand off with a few tickles, he started laughing.
Lara put a hand on the glass, entranced by the event. Hisoka didn't fail to notice her movements, but what truly surprised him was the look on her face, somewhere between sadness and regret.
« Lara ? »
She jolted back to reality, looking almost confused as to where she was. When her gaze locked with Hisoka again, she understood that she had reacted too obviously to the mother and her child, she who was usually so careful about her feelings…
Lara wanted to limp back to the bed and forget about it altogether, but when she tried to turn towards the bed, Hisoka grasped her hand to stop her.
Her hand. Not her wrist or her arm, but her hand, which he was holding more gently than he ever had.
Lara looked at him again, her silver eyes gleaming and his golden irises staring right trough her soul. He really had a talent to make you feel so insignificant.
« Tell me what's wrong, » he said, his voice low and serious.
« Why ? » she replied, confused as to why he suddenly took this kind of interest in her.
« Because I've never seen this look on your face, and it's far scarier than anything you've done so far. »
Lara was taken aback, gasping slightly. This side of Hisoka was very unknown territory for her, he was rarely so… calm, about anything. She had noticed he was like this with Illumi too, but she never thought he would be like this with her as well.
She looked once more out of the window, following the faint shape of the mother that was now far away from the hotel. The words she wanted to speak were making her lips tremble a bit. Only Helvar was aware of her… condition. He had had the same fate, after all.
« When— » began Lara, refusing the meet the clown's eyes again, « When experiments are brought to the institution to become what we are, we all undergo a procedure about a week after we're imprisoned. The scientists decided that to become good soldiers, we shouldn't have to bother with any distractions, with any… inconvenience. »
Hisoka scanned her face, feeling the slight tremors in the hand he was holding. He had already guessed what she was going to say, but he let her take her time to get it out of her chest. If Lara was already a tragedy to him, her revelation was making her look more and more grandiose in the eyes of the jester. The strength she had to hold inside her to still be standing so fiercely was something he never encountered in anyone.
« Let's just say they made sure none of us would have any descendants, » she finally said, looking back at him with a faint smile she hoped would lighten the weight of her words.
She couldn't decipher the expression on Hisoka's face, but she was a bit grateful that he didn't look at her with disgust. Once, she had gotten in a fight against a detestable woman who was handling her kid roughly. She had snapped and told her to be more thankful to have something Lara couldn't have herself. The lady simply dragged her kid back to her, yelling at her words she had heard all her life : freak, monster, abomination. She was used to it when it came to her powers, but she could never forget the sharp pain she felt when this mother insulted her very own womanhood. Lara was taught all her life that she was something more than human, and this lady had just told her she was less than a woman because of her incapacity to have a kid of her own.
Lara gasped when she felt Hisoka's hand seize her chin, tilting her head so that their face were now inches from each other. His deep golden eyes were burning her own, but she felt a hint of something different then what she was used to, something… sincere.
« How come every time I think you can't be more precious to me you find a way to prove me wrong ? »
Lara's eyes widened in surprise, and before she could even process what emotion she was supposed to feel, Hisoka's lips connected with her own. She wanted to cry, both from the jester's words and from the fact that for the first time in her twenty-two long years, someone did not think of her existence as something to fear, but something worthy, that deserved greater interest.
She clasped her arms around Hisoka's neck, deepening the kiss. He let go of her face to grab her hips and erased any space that was left between their bodies.
Hisoka was drunk on the taste of her cherry lips, the way her glorious body collided perfectly against his. The more he knew about her the more he wanted her. His bloodlust merged with his sexual appetite and Lara was the only fruit he had ever desired.
His aura expanded as he dragged his fingernails along her left leg, barely containing the sheer desire he had for her. He wasted no time in hauling her up against the window, her legs automatically crossing behind his back. Lara moaned when her back hit the cold glass.
Oh, Lara, you're going to drive me mad…
The black-haired girl was barely holding on to her sanity as Hisoka's fingers slipped underneath her shirt, finding every possible place to touch, making her body his propriety. His lips dragged down towards her neck, her cleavage, biting her tender spot right at the crook of her neck like he couldn't get enough. Lara was very aware that she was going to give the clown exactly what he had been waiting for all these years. But she realized that she also wanted this, as bad as he had. Maybe more.
Hisoka tore through her shirt, leaving her chest fully exposed to him. Lara didn't have time to blush that he seized her breast between his fingers before ravaging the other with his tongue. She started glowing at the touch, her own aura colliding with Hisoka's pink halo.
Lara let out a moan, her own hands tearing Hisoka's shirt before literally burning the pink fabric underneath with her power.
Hisoka raised his dazed face towards her when he saw his clothes burning on the floor, « Not very patient I see, » he teased, enjoying deeply the blush that crept up her cheeks.
« Shut up…! »
« You should really keep you mouth shut, darling… » purred Hisoka, his nails digging in her thighs as a reminder that he was the one in control here.
« Make me. »
Lara realized her mistake the moment she witnessed Hisoka's expression turning into a demented smile. Without a warning, the clown threw her on the bed, where she landed completely defenseless as Hisoka tore the remanent of her clothes. Wearing only her panties and the bandage circling her right leg, Lara felt more vulnerable than she ever had. The flutter in her lower abdomen was not helping either.
Hisoka stood before her, looking glorious. His aura was like a great fire around him and his exposed chest truly made him look like one of those greek statues, powerful and unbreakable.
He was looking at her with a sufficient smile, but his eyes, slightly widened in an impatient expression, were making Lara's body ache with need.
Hisoka removed his pants. Lara's hands went to her mouth in shock. She had already seen Hisoka's… length, but it was even more impressive up close, and suddenly, she felt the last bit of courage she had mastered vanish.
With an excruciating slowness, Hisoka lowered himself over her, blocking the moonlight with his body. He seized the side of her panties, slowly dragging the fabric down to her feet before tossing them aside.
« Remember what I said earlier, Lara. I'll make you beg. »
Hisoka lifted her right leg, planting a trail of kisses along the inside of her thigh, making Lara's skin shudder all over. His mouth went down, down, down… And with one last psyched look at his lover, Hisoka buried his face right between her leg.
The feeling made Lara arch her back as if someone had struck a chord insider her. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her screams down, refusing to give Hisoka the pleasure of hearing her moan for him.
Hisoka's tongue found her sweet spot.
Oh, fuck !
Lara's hips rolled toward Hisoka's face on their own accord as the clown was slowly torturing Lara with his tongue. A moan escaped from her lips, and the more Hisoka was moving against her the more she felt her mind slipping away. One of her hands grabbed the sheets, the other found Hisoka's head, urging him to keep going.
God, she felt him smiling down there.
He plunged a finger inside her, and Lara gasped as he somehow found another sweet spot she didn't know she even had. She knew Hisoka had coated his finger in Bungee Gum to avoid his fingernail from actually tearing her apart from the inside, because it felt so good. The jester himself felt on the verge of losing it right now just by the sight of her body so deliciously asking for him. Only him.
« Hisoka… » moaned Lara, feeling like she was about to burst. At this moment she was very thankful that she had to use her powers at the dodgeball game, otherwise she might have burnt the whole room down.
He groaned against her skin and the shivers his deep voice sent across her body were almost her undoing. He added a second finger, and Lara clutched his hair, unable to stop herself, as his tongue was still torturing her.
« Oh, fuck ! »
Lara felt her whole body convulse as the wave of sheer pleasure coursed through her like electricity, her back arching again like a crazy doll. Hisoka stopped his devious tongue to look at her, at his masterpiece. No one else would make her feel this way, he was sure of it. Now she was his.
Lara's breath was uneven and her mind blank when she reopened her eyes, finding the clown almost insane-looking at the sight of her purple eyes. His aura seemed to expand once more while Lara's glow became stronger, still unsatisfied.
Hisoka brought his two devilish fingers to his mouth. He licked them with a perverted smile that sent butterflies to Lara's stomach.
« You taste like heaven, Lara. »
« Can you not be creepy all the time ? » she groaned, but she was in no position to be saying such things. Especially when the beast inside her was still yearning for more. Just as she was.
Hisoka leaned over her, both of his hands on each side of her head, his golden eyes piercing right trough her attitude.
« What did I say about keeping you pretty mouth shut, » he whispered, teasing her by staying just an inch above her lips, barely kissing her.
Lara felt herself rising to meet his mouth, but each time he leaned back to keep her from tasting him, enjoying the sight of her barely able to keep herself from touching him. She actually growled and Hisoka's smile turned into something more hungry at the sound. Lara had enough. She grabbed the back of his head to bring their lips together once and for all. Hisoka made a sound of approval on her lips and kissed her passionately before sliding once more to her neck. Lara was grazing his back with her fingers, and before she could stop herself, she realized that her nails had dug into his skin. She felt a trail of blood where her nails had gone too deep, but Hisoka barely reacted to them. In fact, he felt more aroused than ever.
Lara yelped a bit when she felt his teeth bury in her shoulder, drawing blood as well. It was barely a scratch, but it was enough to awaken the beast inside her once more. Hisoka watched her pupils grow at the smell of blood. The devious jester coated his own thumb with blood before slowly dragging it across her plump lips.
She almost devoured him right here and there. Both of their mouth collided again, smearing blood, never having enough of each other. Their aura were almost performing a ballet as they swirled around each other. Lara felt safe, knowing Hisoka could handle her power, and Hisoka felt something close to ecstasy when he had her so close. But not close enough yet.
Hisoka broke the kiss and was very happy to hear her protest and try to regain his lips. He put a finger on her mouth. Lara never saw him so delighted in his entire life.
Hisoka retreated a little, positioning himself between her legs, his mischevious gaze still focused on her.
« Wait, I… I've never… » began Lara, suddenly remembering her lack of experience in the actual matter.
« Yes, I figured that out… » he purred with a wink that made Lara blush again.
Lara began to wonder. Was she that clueless ? She didn't have time to think about it that Hisoka's length was now rubbing against her entrance. To say she wasn't nervous would be an understatement, but the urge to have him, all of him and right now was so strong she didn't know if she would be able to keep her hands to herself even if she had to.
« Well, Lara… What's the magic word ? » asked the clown, a sadistic smile on his perfect face. His makeup was a bit smudged and his hair wilder than usual. God, he was beautiful.
« I won't beg again, » replied Lara with a fierce glint in her purple gaze that almost made Hisoka forget about everything and bury himself in her to give her what she deserved.
No, he had to be patient, as always.
« Are you sure ? » purred the clown, slowly rubbing his length against her clit.
Lara stifled a moan. The bastard wasn't playing fair.
« Y-yes… »
« Then you leave me no choice… I'd like to repay the favor you asked me earlier, Lara. »
Shit. Lara looked at him, her eyes sending daggers. Hisoka kept rubbing her sweet spot, excruciatingly slowly. This feeling mixed with the bond that was tugging at her heart to force her to accept his request was making Lara shiver all over again.
« No fair… » she let out in a breath.
« I wouldn't have to do this if you were a bit more… tame. Now… I want you pleading for me, Lara. »
She tried to keep her mouth shut, defiance in her eyes. Hisoka licked his lips, absolutely entranced by her. She wouldn't hold on for long, he knew it.
When the pain in her chest became too unbearable, Lara finally relented, and between twos breath, she whispered : « Please, Hisoka. »
« Louder, » he almost growled.
« Please, Hisoka, » she repeated, almost groaning from the need she felt, « I need you, now. »
Finally, Hisoka felt satisfied enough by her attitude and buried himself inside Lara. She gasped and arched her back at the sensation, so foreign from anything she had experienced until now. She felt a jolt of pain from the penetration, especially by the… hugeness of it, but Hisoka had the good sense not to move yet, waiting for her to adjust as he was feeding on her deliciously tortured expression. Never in his life had he been so aroused by the sheer effect he had on a woman. He would make sure she'd never forget him.
Slowly, Hisoka started to move and Lara regained her senses for a bit, enough to look at the jester's face. He was now right above her head as his body was pinned against her, holding her down.
« Hisoka… » she moaned, urging him silently to go faster, to relieve her of this terrible need.
« Keep saying my name, it sound so beautiful in your mouth… » he groaned, thrusting harder and harder.
He interlaced his hands with hers and Lara clasped them immediately, longing for anything to hold onto. They were both sweating, the scent of blood, sweat and pure sex floating around them, intoxicating. Their aura were somehow merging together in a beautiful silver pink, something to be hardly witnessed among Nen users. Reaching such harmony between auras was rarely achieved.
Hisoka's mouth was right next to Lara's ear, fuck, she heard his loud moans that were like a delicious song to her ears. Her glow was getting stronger than it ever had as she felt the wave of pleasure building up again inside her.
« Lara… » Hisoka moaned, crushing his lover's hands as much as she was crushing his, digging her nails into his skin.
« Hisoka, I'm… » she let out, but was cut by her own moan as Hisoka trust right into her sweet spot.
« Come on, scream my name, Lara… Show the world that you belong to me, » he rasped, and with his last words, he picked up an ungodly pace.
« Hisoka ! » Lara cried out as she finally came undone, Hisoka's final thrust sending both of them over the edge.
The whole hotel shook as their power erupted from the both of them in destructive waves, uncontrolled and unstoppable. All furnitures around them were knocked to the ground, pictures fell from the wall and the glass window cracked in the middle.
Hisoka's aura was a burning pink, Lara's glow was similar to a star as they were both panting, still interlocked with each other.
The pink haired man raised his head and met Lara's eyes, glazed in the afterglow. She was the most beautiful sight he ever witnessed. Lara herself was caught by the beauty of Hisoka, so powerful and yet so vulnerable in his pink halo.
His signature grin made its way back to his face, and with a final kiss, he whispered, « You're mine, Lara. No one will ever make you feel like this. No one knows you like I do. You're mine. »
« In your dreams, clown, » Lara replied, a devious smile on her face.
Hisoka removed himself from her to lie down next to her on the bed and she repressed a gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness she immediately felt. Without his body heat, she was suddenly colder than usual. He was right, Hisoka was probably the only man she would ever give herself to, not because she had no choice, but because there was something deeper than just sex with him. He knew her soul, and it made all the difference.
Lara suddenly felt a wave of tiredness crush her as she was slowly recovering from Hisoka's… special abilities. She didn't have the strength to go take a shower now, so she wriggled herself under the covers, lying on her side so that she was facing Hisoka. Still fully naked, he didn't seem to be bothered by the cold, lying on his back with his arms behind his head in a sufficient attitude.
« You'll leave me one day, » suddenly said Lara, her eyes fighting the tiredness she felt. It wasn't a question but a fact. She had come to accept that everyone would eventually disappear from her life, like they always did. It wasn't sadness that moved her. Actually, she was comforted by the fact that she had nothing to expect from Hisoka, or from anyone for the matter. She felt at peace, for once.
Hisoka turned his head toward her, seeing her eyes flutter as she was trying to stay awake, her wild hair like a halo around her pale figure.
« Yes, probably, » he replied without a smile.
« Good, » she whispered before drifting in the arms of Morpheus.
Hisoka also felt the call of a good night's rest and slipped under the covers, lying on his side to face Lara. He wasn't lying when he said he would leave her one day. It was inevitable. She was her favorite toy, and eventually, they would fight until only one of them was left. Lara was going to be the most delicious fruit he ever tasted when they finally turned on each other. And yet… And yet as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, he realized how dull his life would be without her presence. It wasn't love, Hisoka was not stupid enough to believe he was even capable of such a feeling. But he couldn't deny the strange connexion that tied the both of them in a way he had never experienced before.
He would kill her, one day. He would break her once and for all. But for now, he was fine with keeping her close to him. Hisoka couldn't wait to see what she would bring in his life.
Mine.