Author's note: Even I can tell that this chapter comes off as a bit fangirl-esque, but please bear with me it DOES get better and more within character boundaries...For the record I have no idea if Hisoka likes eggs, but you know what? It's called improv. XD
Disclaimer: Remeber those characters I mentioned earlier? Don and Kawari made an appearance hooray! And even Nazo-chan! She may sound a bit random now, but she'll be tons of fun later...I still don't own HunterxHunter, nor would i want to. Takes the fun out of it you see.
The Fool and the Magician: Capitulo Dois
The same man sat at a small white table on a café's patio and stared listlessly into the tan pool of tea. His own dismal expression stared back from the cup. Since the Ryodan had left this town was just a shell of what it once was, as far as excitement was concerned. He swept a hand through his crimson hair, once again uncharacteristically down in a gentleman look, and tried to think of something fun. The Ryodan had finished their work and he'd taken the heads of whom he liked, Illumi was on the far end of the earth most likely, and his little apple still had a lot of training ahead of him. When this problem first arose, Hisoka usually amused himself with the people of Yorkshin. But their minds didn't even begin to comprehend his games, so there was no confusion nor anguish. His only outlet was to slaughter random people for fun, but even then it was getting old quickly. He looked over the newspaper laying under his hand for anything interesting happening.
"Hm…Buzzards win again…hurricanes blowing in…it's my 'lucky' day today…Oho what is this?" He mumbled to himself reading over the paper. "Seventeen dead in tragic accident…how awful" he snickered, his signature grin lighting up his face again as he read. The grin deepened as he looked over the article's left margin
It was 11:45 Monday morning in our own Yorkshin City….
Monorail mysteriously crashed….
Car 13 malfunctioned, sending the train….
Of the surrounding building….
"Moving torrent of sparks seemed to levitate…
In the building only three deaths…
Never happen again" said operator Jim Mitchell…
Going to work by bike may be healthier…
Hisoka chuckled with wild eyes. "So…Who's our visitor?" He licked his lips reading down the rest of the column's left side for any other hints. The shrill cry of a young woman broke his concentration and he looked up dully.
"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME! AH! PLEASE STOP IT! THAT HURTS!" the voice cried in turmoil, nearly music to the clown's ears.
"JUST KEEP QUIET!" a rough voice hushed her, retorted with a choked scream.
"My, my…. Death and rape in the same afternoon…It really is my lucky day" Hisoka snickered and left his tea. He followed the noise and curled around the dark alley only to see a fat mustached man holding a now unconscious woman, and a PVC pipe still clenched in his hand. It must've been a robbery instead.
"HEY! Where the HELL have you been Johnson! I been waitin' all day! Here's the dame, now get lost!" the man shoved the girl to Hisoka, mistaking him for a fellow gang member and ran off.
"Hm." Hisoka stared blankly at the woman, and then to the man running away. "That's what I get for wearing a suit."
"Nnngh…Ah my head…How many did I have last night…" the young woman groggily woke up and rubbed her forehead. She groaned with a migraine and let her hand fall back on the pillow…wait…PILLOW? She bolted up, finding herself in a strange room, a strange bed. "Oh gods…not again…" She sighed to herself, her mind swimming, searching for what happened the night before. Oddly enough, the sundress she had been wearing when the man attacked her was still on, touched only by sleep. "Then what happened…?" she mumbled to herself and looked around the apartment. She gasped when she saw the strong back of a tall muscular red-haired man. "Oh my gods sir I'm so sorry! This is so strange…I would say I didn't mean to but you see I have no idea where I am or who you are or how I got her and—" she spoke quickly over-apologetic as always, but was cut off by the man's quick turn to face her.
"I have something to tell you that you may not know about yourself," He said quite officially with an unusually serious expression. The woman sat up attentively, waiting for his words with hopeful eyes. Her hair was a bit mussed from the pillow, but it was a short smooth bob ending just under her ears, dark brown in color. Her frame was petite, wrapped in a simple melon-colored sundress with white borders. He hesitated a few minutes, and expected her to break out and yell at him or at least become annoyed. But she did not, she just sat there with deep brown eyes, wide with wonder. He shuddered. Those eyes…those eyes were like a child's, like Gon's in expression, but were more almond-shaped and tapered off into curved black wings. "…you snore" he finished with a playful chuckle, expecting a big shock, followed by anger as people always responded
But once again she disappointed him. She blinked with a confused expression and burst into laughter. "Oh do I?" it dissipated to a quiet giggle "Sorry I guess" she smiled, deeming this man tame for the moment. "But if you don't mind my asking…What happened? Before I came to I mean"
"Well, I woke up and had some eggs, then I got dressed and then…"
"No I meant yesterday!" she laughed, quite amused with him.
"Ah," he said sarcastically. "I thought you were being raped, and so gallant me came to your rescue, only to find a man holding you. He shoved you into my arms and that was it." He chuckled finding his words to be quite a tale.
"Oh…" she mumbled to herself laid back on the pillow. "And so you brought me back here…" She muttered to the opposite wall in something of a question's form. She turned on her side and buried her head in the pillow.
"Why yes. What else was I to do with a limp young maiden?" he twittered to himself, but stopped for a moment, hearing quiet sobs from the pillow. "Hm." His eyes dulled and his smile faded as her body trembled lightly beneath the linens. Hisoka stared stoically for a while longer and walked out the door.
He sighed and locked the door simply by habit. What more was there to say? She was crying, and it was of no advantage to console her. It was surprisingly a clear night, only a few clouds hung around the moon, giving the sky a soft look of calm. Even in this city there were so many stars, and there were hardly any people in the street. He walked down the sidewalk slowly, looking up at the sky, and maybe back to earth (paying attention to neither of course). His eyes caught a glint of something near the bus stop across the street. It was a second moon, no…a smile of sorts? It was much too wide for a normal human being. He would've disregarded it and continued on but the crescent was attached to an oddly shaped body, an appendage of which fell over the edge and swung loosely. He stared trying to figure out just what it was. The frame was small and human-shaped, but the middle was shaped like a squished mushroom. It didn't seem to move at all except for the arm, simply by gravity. He walked slowly to the covered bench area and inspected what strange creature lay on its roof. It was a body. A body of a young woman even, her hair was a bob in front and spilled what it could over the metal cover, but it shot out in all directions at the back of her head, spiked and tipped with pink gel. She was dressed nearly like a French marionette, with a harlequin jumpsuit and a skirted overdress. The strange mushroom-shaped lump was the skirt, fluffed up with several petticoats, similar to that of a shoujo manga super hero. Such bright colors of it all pierced the night, bathing in a pool of yellow light from the street lamp. Her face confirmed his suspicions. Her stationary eyes were wide with shock and seemed to stare off somewhere unknown, taking no notice of Hisoka. But across her face was the widest grin, as if she were a living cartoon. Her lifeless and playful expression only added to her empty doll-like appearance. His eyes laced over her unmoving body and back to her unusually magenta eyes. Although with this woman thus far, who knew what was the usual?
All of a sudden those lifeless eyes flicked back at him and her whole body snapped up immediately. "CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE A SOCIETY OF DETACHMENT? SIT OUR YOUNG IN FRONT OF A SCREEN AND OFF WE GO! AAAAAHWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" She suddenly burst into an excited screech with that same wild grin and crazed pink eyes. She leapt up from her perch and shot off to another landing and bounced off, squealing with delight like a child.
Hisoka stared after her with a quirked eyebrow. His signature grin curled about his lips as he started to clap and laugh. "So here is our visitor…"
End Capitulo
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