That's so much for the reviews everyone! I hope I don't disappoint ¿ still fangirlesque, but it'll wear off like cheap lipstick soon...
Once again the egg enigma holds true o.O¿ eh...roll with it.
I don't own HunterxHunter...but I do own this toaster strudel
(I wrote my name on it with those spiffy icing packets)
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The Magician and the Fool: Capitulo Três
Two thick fingers clenched around her nose lightly. The brown-eyed girl gasped and sat up sharply with shock to see Hisoka sitting next to her on the bed laughing. "You have got to kick that habit" he snickered
"I just breathe heavily!" She blushed, and sighed when she looked at the clock. "It's too early for that kind of wake up call…" she rubbed her eyes and laid back down, bundling the sheet over her head.
"Nonsense, you slept nearly the whole day yesterday" Hisoka ripped the sheets from the mattress effortlessly.
"Nnngh…did not…I'm a creature of the night…" she mumbled, curling into a ball and stuffing her head under the pillow.
"Mmmm…you seem to like my bed a lot, perhaps we should spend some time in it?" he chuckled as she sat up immediately. A response similar to that of a rake when you step on the wrong end.
"NO…thank you…" she said abruptly, a thin blush falling over her cheeks. "So! Ummm…umm…what's to do about breakfast?"
"That's for you to decide," he grinned and walked to the kitchenette "I like my eggs how I like people"
"How comforting…" She couldn't hold back a laugh as she looked around for a pan. "Poached I suppose?"
"Sunny side up actually" He said bluntly and flicked open a newspaper. He pointed to the left cabinet under the counter.
"Ah…" she blinked with a bit of confusion but scoffed as she got out the pan and started the burner. She buttered the pan and cracked two eggs. He watched as she buzzed around the counter, putting bread in the toaster, rustling the pan so the eggs wouldn't burn, and pouring some milk.
"I find it a bit odd that you didn't resist" He said as she set the plate before him. She only blinked and asked how he meant. "Do you always cook breakfast for people? Or are you that weak of spirit"
"A little of both" she laughed and started on a piece of toast. "I do this all the time…Oh and sorry that it's not juice, you only have white 'zin and old take out besides milk" she added "Oh! Um…sorry to ask, but how are you called?"
"You apologize too much." he said bluntly again, turning the page.
"I know….But that doesn't help me, I can't very well call you Sir all the time can I?"
"Uncle Hisoka"
"Uncle Hisoka?"
"Uncle Hisoka."
"Sir I am twenty-seven years old, you don't look much older than that and--" she stood from the table with a bit of amused annoyance. He cut her off by abruptly standing right next to her
"Yes, but you are smaller than me, so Uncle Hisoka it is."
He chuckled and sat back down. This girl would be quite entertaining as a pet. He could hardly believe she was as old as he was. She looked the part a bit, but she had eyes like a child, like Gon's. Eyes that told of trembling fear deep inside though the teeth were clenched with anger. Eyes that simply glowed with ignorant happiness. Eyes that told him exactly what he wanted to hear. Eyes that—if used in the right way—made him very excited. Speaking of which, another strange article appeared in the newspaper:
Commissioners of the museum state that…
Of glass was completely shattered…
Museum will consider concrete walls….
Every window broken…
Courtyard completely speared…
Like a hurricane. However we haven't had any bad wind lately…
Over $23,000 of property damage to the glass building…
Shards covering the surrounding area…
Even 19 civilians skewered in strange destruction…
Recovery is slow to come…
"Mmmm…yes you sly thing, you…" he mumbled to himself, growing eager to meet with this visitor and soon kill them for sport.
"It's Kawariyasui" her voice broke his fog of thought. For a moment they exchanged confused looks (a strange sight indeed to see Hisoka of all people confused). "I asked if you were going to even consider what my name was?" her voice had a slight sharpness to it. "And you said yes…and something else I really don't care to hear" she scoffed as he caught up and licked his lips accordingly. "So I said it's Kawariyasui Kawari"
"Hmm….nah" he yawned listlessly and got up from the table, leaving a very confused Kawari.
"What do you mean 'nah' ?"
"Na. Ma! Ja" He waved bluntly and locked the door behind him, much to her dismay and confusion.
It was midday before he passed by the old museum. The same one from the article. It was a marvelous sight, even with the crowds of people gawking and gasping. He stood within the mob, not looking at the wreck, but at the people. Some were worried, others were just plain dumbfounded. Too nosy to avoid it, too self-absorbed not to make themselves the victim, too apathetic to cry for the loss. Some people left flowers for the dead, some just scratched their heads, trying to figure out just how or why this happened. For some this just provided entertainment. He backed out, these horrid people were starting to shove. It was a miracle he didn't start cracking necks right there. Hisoka merely retired to a park bench across the street and contented himself with smiling at the children until they ran away crying.
It was several hours before every last person cleared out. The moon was high in the sky and the lights were already clicking on, one by one. Hisoka smirked and stood, sauntering casually up to the sight. "Such amiable destruction I'd suppose her a man…" He chuckled to himself and stepped over the yellow police tape. The wreckage was delicious, he wondered how art enthusiasts could view it as a tragedy. He vaguely remembered this place, passing by every now and again. The only building completely made of glass besides the skyscrapers. It was like a greenhouse, a cage for those inside. One could see the pieces of art inside. The small groups of miserable people, judging the fruits of other people's misery. Now it was a piece of art in and of its own. The grand building was now reduced to a thick foundation and a wretched lining of jagged border with an appearance similar to that of cut grass. All manner of glass dotted the courtyard. Large chunks stood skewered in the lawn like a miniature hall of mirrors, encircling him in a maze of self-replicas. Tiny splinters littered the ground and crunched under his shoes as he stepped among the waste. Some of the glass was burnt, other pieces were warped and melted; giving a true fun house feel. His eyes narrowed and darkened underneath. This visitor was good. Not good enough to truly impress him, but compared to the past boredom, this wasn't too shabby. A small whimper of pleasure fell from his lips as he felt a few biting rips at his hands. "Ku Ku…how absent minded of me…" He snickered licking his lips. He looked down to realize his hands were embedded with several razors.Hisoka pulled out a bloody shard with his teeth and chewed at it. It became apparent to passers-by that this man was not quite right in the head, however there were few passers-by that actually took notice. He sat on the sharp ground and quickly fell backwards. He groaned with a smile, pressing his weight into the tiny teeth digging wonderfully into him. A light rattling tink-tink-tink of glass being rolled over the lawn was heard. The sound was softened by something wet and heavy. Only Hisoka could make a snow angel in a pile of broken glass and lay there giggling like a child. He arched his back and wiped his forehead. This girl was good. Hisoka sat up and looked around at his playground. It truly was a fun house now. Some mirrors were warped and some were caked with blood. He noticed the shards were in a pattern. This was no accident, perfectly calculated, perfectly placed. He could see himself: front, back, every inch of his cut up person, his bloodied outfit. The largest glass was in front of him; smiling a bloody grin back at him. He got up on his hands and pressed his forehead against the cool surface, his twin disappearing with the fog of his breath.
The words You Came started to appear in the fogged up surface, as if a tiny finger was writing from the other side of the looking glass. He peered closer between the clear bits of the words to see a familiar grin.
"So I did" He licked his lips again, he'd forgotten about the chewed up glass in his mouth. "And you went though all the trouble to make me a playground" he grinned, more blood pouring from his lips.
The strange reflection of the young woman shook her head, keeping that grin. She wrote again Wipe your mouth before you speak Magician and blew on 'her side' of the mirror.
He smeared the glass. It was ordinary again. She had left him literally without a single word. However this couldn't wipe the wicked smirk pulling at his face. He laughed differently from usual, it was loud and boomed against the glasses. He kicked the looking glass, sending shards ricocheting back at him. They ripped at his pants and sent him howling as they dug deep in his skin. "Ohhh…….you're good…" he panted quietly and walked back a bleeding pincushion.
End Capitulo
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but it works, don't you think?
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