Gon woke up in a hospital bed. Killua was by his side. He attempted to sit up but a wave of nauseous caused him to lie back down.

"Easy. They used a stronger sedative on you." Killua worriedly said before handing him a cup of water.

"What happened to Hisoka?" groaned Gon. His head was still spinning.

Killua lowered his eyes to the floor. After a moment he slowly raised them to look at him. Gon feared the worst after seeing the dread in the other's gaze."They took him."

Gon tried to get out of the bed, this time with more determination. Killua had to hold him down.

"Let go. We have to find him. Hisoka is defenseless right now." Gon pushed against Killua's arms.

"Listen to me first."

The struggle continues for a few minutes before the weakened Gon tired himself out.

"The Phantom troupe is a group of highly-trained killers. If they were planning on killing Hisoka quickly they would have done that when he was unconscious and left the body. I don't think their goal was to kill Hisoka, at least not quickly."

"That only means we have to move fast." Gon shouted angrily.

"There is no way we can fight the whole Phantom Troupe by ourselves. You're still relearning how to use nen."

"We can't abandon him."

"Were not. The plane is Zoldyck property and has a tracker. We can find them, or at least what direction they are heading. I want to get him back too but we can't do it alone. I did something drastic..." The young assassins voice drifted off.

"What did you do?"

"He called me." Illumi entered the hospital room. His malicious nen filled the room in a heavy fog. Usually, Illumi hid his presence but for some reason, he made no attempt to conceal his ora. Dark eyes, void of emotion or empathy, locked onto the two boys. Killua and Gon both shuddered.

"Now tell me exactly what trouble Hisoka has gotten himself into now."

...

Hisoka woke up to the feeling of someone gently running their fingers through his hair. The touches were accompanied by a soft joyful humming. He recognized the voice as Chrollo's. Before he could stop himself he let out a deep growl.

An amused chuckle was his reply.

"I'm going to pretend that was your stomach rumbling. Lucky for you, I've brought food."

Hisoka caught the smell of chicken broth and instantly his stomach really rumbled. The last thing he ate was that spiked apple sauce. Based on the stomach cramps, he could tell this was an old hunger. A hunger of about three to four days without a decent meal.

Slowly he raised himself into a sitting position. Sore and aching muscles screamed at him to stay still. He was naked, and bandages were wrapped around his arms, legs, waist, and neck. Hisoka almost looked like a certain Spider member. Someone had undressed him and treated his injuries in his sleep. He must have been exhausted to have slept through it.

"Machi treated you. She used one of her homemade salves so your wounds should heal at an accelerated rate."

Finally, Hisoka looked at Chrollo. He was sitting on the side of the bed, a random book was laying by his side. The man had changed into his signature dark purple fur-collared trench coat. Thankfully today he was wearing a black shirt with a white web pattern design. His hair was brush back showing the cross tattoo in the middle of his forehead and his blue orb earrings.

Chrollo grabbed two spare pillows from the bed. Carefully he placed one behind Hisoka's back for better support and the other on his lap. He then placed the bowl over it. The act itself was out of character for this man. At least in Hisoka's eyes, Chrollo was being too caring.

"She recommended a mostly liquid diet to help you recover and make it easier for your body to absorb the nutrients."

Hisoka looked at the food than at Chrollo. The man was looking at him expectantly, almost excitingly.

"It's not poisonous."

It smelled good and he was so hungry but his rage was stronger. Hisoka gripped the bowl firmly. With all his strength he tossed it at Chrollo.

Expecting this the man dodged it easily. The food spilled on the floor and the bowl shattered with a loud crack.

With incredible speed, Chrollo lunged forward and firmly latched onto Hisoka's wrist. He climbed further into the bed till he was face to face with Hisoka. His free hand grabbed the red head's bandaged throat. Squeezing it tightly he forced the clown to look him in the eyes.

Hisoka couldn't pull away or throw him off. The familiar feeling of fear quickly engulfed him. Those grey desolate eyes were void of any warmth. The hand holding his wrist tighten. He thought for sure his bones would shatter.

"Very naughty Hisoka. I made that soup myself because I thought if I gave the order to the other they would poison it. It took me hours to make it. The first few tries were less than edible..." He held the other's gaze. "I don't like ungrateful pets."

He squeezed Hisoka's neck harder.

"P-PLease" the redhead gasped. "I'm sorry"

Chrollo let go of his throat and loosed his grip on his wrist.

"Luckily for you, I expected something like this and brought a spare bowl. You're going to eat this one, this time, without making a fuss. Understand," He said sternly.

Hisoka nobbed. Chrollo was still so close to him. He could feel the hostility of his nen.

"You don't just get this one now. This time I want you to ask me for it nicely. The cuter it sounds the better."

"Can- can I have the soup?" his voice was hoarse from how many times he had been strangled.

Chrollo made a thoughtful face like he was considering it.

"Not good enough. Try again." he sneered.

Hisoka snarled. This man was so arrogant he almost couldn't stand it.

"Can I pleassee have the soup? I'm really hungry."

"An improvement but I think you can do better."

"You psychotic bastard!"

Chrollo tsked. He wrapped his hand around Hisoka's throat again. His face was so close the magician could feel his breath on his cheek. "Last chance Hisoka" his voice was smooth but the threat was clear in the undertone.

"Please Danchou-chan, I'm starving. Let me have some of the delicious food you made for me. I promise to eat it all."

"See, that was adorable" Chrollo leaned in and kissed his cheek. The kiss was gentle. A passer-by might mistake the act as one of affection.

Before pulling away he whispered into his ear. "This is how you should have always talked to me, polite, humble, and obedient."

The second bowl of food had been hidden on the floor out of Hisoka's site. Chrollo placed it on the other's lap. It wasn't boiling hot like the first one but it was still warm.

When Hisoka made no move to eat Chrollo arched his eyebrow. "Do you want me to spoon-feed you?"

"No!... I mean I can manage Danchou-chan."

Hisoka began to eat the soup. It was definitely made by someone with little cooking experience, but it was eatable. Either way, the warm broth calmed his hunger and soothed his sore throat.

Chrollo contently watched him eat. "You were unconscious for two days. Machi said you had a small fever too," he informed him.

Hisoka wasn't surprised by this. He tended to sleep more when he was injured. It wasn't something he told people for obvious reasons.

"I admit I wasn't expecting you to take so long to recover. I suppose we did overdo it a little."

WE?

Hisoka remained silent. The bowel was empty just like he promised.

Again Chrollo looked at him expectantly. Hisoka clenched his fist. Chrollo wanted a show then he'd give him one.

"Thankyou Danchou-chan. It was delicious."

"Glad you enjoyed it. Someone will stop by later to clean the mess you made. You should thank them when they come." Chrollo stood up carrying the empty bowl. "I have things I need to do today. Machi will be stopping by later to check on you. Take the day to rest and recover. That's an order. You can explore tomorrow if you want. I'm sure you're eager to find a way to escape here. Just know any attempt will be met with punishment" With a sneer, he left Hisoka alone in the room.

Once Chrollo's footsteps had faded he let out a sigh of relief.

In this familiar solitude, Hisoka found himself incredibly lonely. He missed his young and vibrant companions. Things were never dull or quiet when they were around. He was used to being alone, he had spent his whole life that way. Even when he was a member of the spiders, he never really stayed around them for longer than a few hours. Gon and Killua's companionship had spoiled him. He craved someone to talk to, someone to connect with.

Hisoka wasn't naive. He knew the odds of him seeing them again were low. His life would probably come to an end soon. He thought back to when Chrollo had hugged him and said he was his treasure. The memory caused an involuntary chuckle.

"Yeah right!" Everyone knew that Chrollo always got bored of all the treasures he obtained. Didn't matter if it was jewels, books, artifacts, or even a pair of red eyes. Once that happened he would sell them to the highest bitter and move on to his next treasure. Hisoka pondered the possibility that Chrollo would end up selling him when he grew bored. That could be his best chance at escape. Most likely he'd experienced some more unpleasantness before the buyers gave him an opening to escape.

Hisoka shook his head. No, Chrollo would let his spiders have their long awaited revenge. He'd be torn apart and slowly if Fietan had a say. The magician was surprised he wasn't pissing himself. Instead, he felt indifferent and distant from his situation. He was able to analyze things without being consumed by fear. If it wasn't for the emotional numbness he would have felt like his old self. This apathy was likely the aftermath of him being raped, or he had been drugged to keep him calm. Either way, he didn't feel like getting out of bed. He curled deeper into the warm sheets searching for enough comfort to go back to sleep.

"I'm glad Illumi isn't here to witness how pathic I've become" He whispered before the soothing darkness took him.