Crimson Eyes
Disclaimer: I do not own HunterxHunter. Never did, never will. Life is cruel. This plot is a product of my imagination. Any similarities to other fan fictions are unintentional.
I am what you call a perfect killer. I take away the life of other people with no mercy. I extinguish the burning candles of life of my victims with precision, taking my time and measure.and smiling while I do so. I kill for the kill, for the rush. Killing and stealing are my way of life. They are life to me. My first kill had been hard but successful. People say it's always like that. But the second time it was easier. The third time, even easier. It was so much fun seeing the surprised looks of my victims when I attacked them. I was on such a high. I knew I would continue doing it again and again. I was hooked. I felt like God, holding the power of life and death in my hands. It sounds sick, I know. But that's just human nature. That's why people like to hunt. That jungle instinct is inside all of us. Only I was hunting humans. Killing is positively mind-blowing, the mother of all orgasms, believe me. It's the one thing that I enjoy doing the most. But these days, I have found something (or someone) else who manages to give me so much pleasure than killing. I love Machi. Maybe I've always loved her, I just didn't realize it back then. Sounds crazy, huh? But it's the truth. I do love her. With all my heart, I do. She was always cold toward me. She had always been indifferent towards the opposite sex, and I was no exception. When we first met, her crimson eyes had been bitter. Emotionless, even. Empty. Yet, I felt some sort of attraction toward her. An attraction that I thought was pretty silly. I mean, com'n. I'm Hisoka. Cold-bloodied magician of the 21st century. I'm a ruthless thief. An assassin. Even when I kept telling myself these things, I couldn't help but flirt with her whenever we were alone. I love teasing her though she never shows any display of emotion when I call her funny names. She was a hard shell to crack. Beneath that icy façade of hers I knew there had to be some warmth of some kind. Before I knew it, I fell for her. Don't ask me how, when or why. I don't know the answers to any of those baka questions. I just fell for her like a rock. But I knew I could never bring myself to tell her. To Machi, we were both Genei Ryodan. Murderers. We were not meant to fall in love. Ever. I had decided to forget about my feelings for her when she suddenly arrived at my doorstep last night and gave me her confession. Machi told me she loved me.
Hisoka stopped writing on his journal and looked at the sleeping figure on his bed. The first rays of the morning sun were cast upon her body, making her soft peachy skin all aglow with health. He put his pen down, stood up and made his way to her. He sat quietly on the space beside her, studying her beautiful delicate features. Her unbound blue hair cascaded over her shoulders gently, her long eyelashes almost touching her cheekbones. The blanket covering her body could not conceal her nubile features underneath. "Kirei." Hisoka murmured, entranced by the sight of her in front of him, in his bed. She looked so vulnerable___almost innocent in her sleep. He bent down and bestowed a light feathery kiss on her forehead. Machi stirred. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open and he was met by her poignant gaze, those crimson eyes probing and searching his black soul. "Ohayo." She tenderly whispered. Hisoka had to remind himself to breathe.
~OWARI~
Onegai, review.
Disclaimer: I do not own HunterxHunter. Never did, never will. Life is cruel. This plot is a product of my imagination. Any similarities to other fan fictions are unintentional.
I am what you call a perfect killer. I take away the life of other people with no mercy. I extinguish the burning candles of life of my victims with precision, taking my time and measure.and smiling while I do so. I kill for the kill, for the rush. Killing and stealing are my way of life. They are life to me. My first kill had been hard but successful. People say it's always like that. But the second time it was easier. The third time, even easier. It was so much fun seeing the surprised looks of my victims when I attacked them. I was on such a high. I knew I would continue doing it again and again. I was hooked. I felt like God, holding the power of life and death in my hands. It sounds sick, I know. But that's just human nature. That's why people like to hunt. That jungle instinct is inside all of us. Only I was hunting humans. Killing is positively mind-blowing, the mother of all orgasms, believe me. It's the one thing that I enjoy doing the most. But these days, I have found something (or someone) else who manages to give me so much pleasure than killing. I love Machi. Maybe I've always loved her, I just didn't realize it back then. Sounds crazy, huh? But it's the truth. I do love her. With all my heart, I do. She was always cold toward me. She had always been indifferent towards the opposite sex, and I was no exception. When we first met, her crimson eyes had been bitter. Emotionless, even. Empty. Yet, I felt some sort of attraction toward her. An attraction that I thought was pretty silly. I mean, com'n. I'm Hisoka. Cold-bloodied magician of the 21st century. I'm a ruthless thief. An assassin. Even when I kept telling myself these things, I couldn't help but flirt with her whenever we were alone. I love teasing her though she never shows any display of emotion when I call her funny names. She was a hard shell to crack. Beneath that icy façade of hers I knew there had to be some warmth of some kind. Before I knew it, I fell for her. Don't ask me how, when or why. I don't know the answers to any of those baka questions. I just fell for her like a rock. But I knew I could never bring myself to tell her. To Machi, we were both Genei Ryodan. Murderers. We were not meant to fall in love. Ever. I had decided to forget about my feelings for her when she suddenly arrived at my doorstep last night and gave me her confession. Machi told me she loved me.
Hisoka stopped writing on his journal and looked at the sleeping figure on his bed. The first rays of the morning sun were cast upon her body, making her soft peachy skin all aglow with health. He put his pen down, stood up and made his way to her. He sat quietly on the space beside her, studying her beautiful delicate features. Her unbound blue hair cascaded over her shoulders gently, her long eyelashes almost touching her cheekbones. The blanket covering her body could not conceal her nubile features underneath. "Kirei." Hisoka murmured, entranced by the sight of her in front of him, in his bed. She looked so vulnerable___almost innocent in her sleep. He bent down and bestowed a light feathery kiss on her forehead. Machi stirred. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open and he was met by her poignant gaze, those crimson eyes probing and searching his black soul. "Ohayo." She tenderly whispered. Hisoka had to remind himself to breathe.
~OWARI~
Onegai, review.