The figure muttered the words as the flying head came back towards him. Landing in his hand with an explosion. Z blinked, when did that happen?
Hisoka hand was no more.
The shock echoed thought-out the room, as well as mirrored on the magicians face as wide eyes stared at the remains of his hand, fingers goners - his thumb barely hanging on by strands of bloodied skin. She turned her head towards the man besides her with a raised eyebrow.
"I take it the peices have fallen into play?" she questioned the smirking man.
Black hues filtering towards the ongoing battle before them. Hisoka using his right hand more due to the lack of hand on his left side. To detach another head and to use the figures dead body and a makeshift bat.
She watched at the man's Nen was contacted on his leg – using the bungee gum to pull himself towards the ceiling and higher level – her level seating. His heels and nen helping him stick like a ninja to the wall head in hand ready to be throw as the tower of puppets was formed. The human puppets growing closer as they climbed over one another in the rush to get towards their target.
Hisoka smiled slightly as he used the head to wipe out the closets dummies only to run along the wall like a ninja as the tower of nen puppets swarmed him – there was too many from what Z could tell. like an ever-growing horde of zombies after fresh flesh.
"you know, I was inspired by you" the cold voice of her lover echoed in her ear as they watched the man move away.
"really now?" she muttered.
"yes, with your overpowering army of undead." kuroro paused, commanding his army to climbing and search for hisoka and if they got close to self-destruct... the dummies surrounding the walls of the second-tier seats. The crowd either watching or temping to flee in horror, not wanting to get themselves involved in the death battle. "it's not the same as your but it will suffice, now" he stood up as several of his dummies jumped over the edge towards the magician.
"It's time to end this"
Z relaxed into her seat, the area around her clear of crowd as she watched the puppets self-destruct. The explosion echoed thought-out the arena followed by the screams of the crowd unfortunate enough to be caught up in the crossfire.
She glanced towards the beads on her wrist.
Before her eyes locked onto the golden hues of Hisoka, flying thought not completely unscathed out the explosion. If he fell to the ground, he would become puppet food, if he stayed heading towards the other side, there was hordes of puppet bombs waiting for him.
Z could see it from her his only chance of survival would be the ceiling or...
Shit.
Glancing about her clear arena. Golden eyes staring at her.
Her.
A frown adorned her lips feeling to sensations of his bungee gum attaching itself to her from his right leg. Not a moment later that leg didn't exist, from just below the knee had been blow away. Z watched unsure when Kuroro had planted that particular bomb, as Hisoka didn't even bat an eyelid at the now missing limb only to switch and use his left leg.
Z mask as blank as white paper she watched her lover use random crowd member as balls throwing them towards the magician striking with accuracy and power preventing the man from using his nen to attach themself to her or the ceiling.
She watched as realisation dawned on Hisoka face only to be overtaken by a blood thistly grin that even caused a shiver to down her spine as he curled into the Festus position happily welcoming the puppets below and the bloodbath of an explosion that followed.
The roaring fire slowly began to die down – though the smoke and dust still shifted in the air crowds screamed and whimpered in pain in the aftermath of the deathmatch. Z stood, head tilting side to side as she began to search for her lover, dark hue unblinking at the body parts that littered the floor. She stepped down from her seat unconsciously ignoring the new hordes of dead souls littering around the caters – the sooner she found her lover the sooner she could leave the hellhole behind.
"well that was fun while it lasted" Kuroro commented from behind her, he was back in his usually clothes chest bare and unblemished like he hadn't just partaken in a bloodied deathmatch.
"I think you when a bit fucking overboard" she muttered grimly while lifting up the cracked pink marble that slowly drifted into dust before them, though the weight of the beads on her wrist hadn't changed – kuroro having gained a fair few in the battle.
She wondered when Hisoka soul had been added to her collection.
She gave one more glanced at the scene before taking kuroro's hands and vanishing into shadows. Black hues trained on the body of Hisoka a choice still weighting on her mind...
He will stay dead right?
It the shadows on the night a few days after the aftermath of the deathmatch a figure stared at the little bookshop before it. It was old looking and not particular inviting, thought looks could be deceiving – during the last break in, they hadn't realised what this bookshop actually had in stock.
The shadows dematerialised before becoming whole again by the shadowy shelves in the store, dusty old books on either side of the dark form. void like eyes scanning the shelves, before slowing moving to the back of the shop towards the old looking door hidden by darkness.
The door was opened, inside young-looking man whose back was to the doorway hiding his face - was watching flittering screens before him, particularly the image of a darken form jumping in and out of static.
"I thought you might be back" an ancient voice commented from the young man, in voice a complete contract to his appearance.
The Z stepped into the room as the man continued to speak still not looking in her direction, "I remembered the first time I saw you on these screens I knew what you were. It was only a matter of time before you were back again. You're after this correct?"
In the man's hands a book. A black book with yellow pages a faint but light glow surrounding it – red writing scribed onto its cover thought she could read the writing read the langue it had been written in. It wasn't any random book from the store behind her...
It was the finally book she needed, the book of life.
"you know I been here for so long. Watching as time drifts by like clouds in the sky, while I am timeless." he spoke softly before turning to face her.
Z stared at the man before her it was strange, he looked young seeming to be in his mid-twenties but his eyes were ancient you could see the wisdom and scars of untold horrors in them. She was silent watching the old but young-looking man speak. "I do not wise this curse onto anyone," he spoke, "the Loneliest is a battle no one can win, I could not let anyone suffer my fate due to that book"
"it was not meant for mortal hands." Z stated with a sigh, "Loneliest with never affect me, for I walk with the dead every day. If you like you could walk by my side as well your stories will forever be told" she offered her hand towards the man.
"I think I would like that" he smiled, placing the book into her hand.
To be continued...
ahhhh and the deathmatch is concluded!
our lovely physco magicain is no more... or is he? who knows!
and the finally book is completed! i wounder whats going to happen now?
i would love to hear you lovely readers ideas and theories?!
feel free to comment i would love to know!
love you lots
happy hunting xx