Back again!
I'm sorry it takes so long to get these chapters up -.-¿
I've been terribly busy this week due to upcoming deadlines at school
But bear with me!
Thank you guys so much for the reviews,
(it says that on Chapter 2's author's note, but my dyslexic hands made sure to mess it up)
Right now it sounds very silly and strange, but soon the story will unfold and you'll be shivering like a crack addict before you know it -
If there was any doubt in your mind that I wasn't a middle-aged japanese man sporting rabbit ears and a dog mask, I think it's time we had a little talk...
I'm sorry to ruin your dreams but...:sniff:
I'm not Togashi Yoshihiro...and I don't own HunterxHunter or it'screamy filling
(Pretty spiffy disclaimer huh?)
Lots of comedy in this chapter and many to come,
also an eensy-weensy bit of suggestive themes 99¿ and coarse lanuage
please enjoy...:can't decide whether or not to change the rating:
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The Magician and the Fool: Capitulo Quatro
"AAAAAAAH!" The piercing screech of a familiar female roused him from a numb sleep. "MY GODS! UNCLE HISOKA YOU'RE ALL CUT UP! WAKE UP! HOW THE HELL CAN YOU SLEEP THROUGH THAT!" her voice rang through his ears and impaled him harder than the glass from last night.
"Ngh…what?" he rubbed his eyes in a daze and sat up, only to be burdened with another scream.
"THERE IS BROKEN GLASS STILL STUCK IN YOUR SKIN! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT!" she looked at his arms and hands with horror.
"Ugh…please stop yelling…" He rubbed his forehead, and found that it scraped a bit because he still had shards in his palms.
"What the hell were you THINKING! This is terrible! Your arms are full of glass, how the HELL are you going to get these out?" She griped trying to pull at one large piece, but stopped when he let out a sharp groan.
"I was playing…I think I was thinking…My what a fun time…and nothing more" he chuckled, finding that his chin was crusted with trails of previous blood flow. He hissed as he tried to pull out a few. "Nnn…Ahhs…ssss…now I remember…what a grand time" he smiled wistfully to himself.
"Fun? You sick bastard how can this be fun to you?" Kawari couldn't believe her eyes…he was actually deriving pleasure from this. "You look disgusting go take a shower!"
"Actually most of it's on my back, think you could get that for me Petto-chan?" Hisoka smiled still picking the stuff out of his hand.
"I'm not your—OH MY GODS!" she gasped looking at how many impalements he had. "Augh! And they're all…oh gods they're all crusted in! BASTARD! IDIOT BASTARD!" she whacked him over the back of the head "You should've gotten rid of this right after! Let alone AVOIDED IT ALTOGETHER!"
"Aw but it was so shiny and fun…" He turned his head and smiled a very deadly grin "One more whack like that and you'll have glass all through you " he whispered lightly
"A…all right then…" She mumbled as he took off his shirt. "Augh! Such a sick bastard…" She covered her mouth. It wasn't a very pretty sight. Kawari started on one piece stuck in his shoulder, poking it lightly to see how bad it was stuck. Much to her surprise it came out fairly easily, but not without a groan from her patient. "WHAT! WHAT'D I DO?"
"Nnnn…do it again…" He rubbed the spot on his shoulder and cracked his neck.
Mumbling with apprehension she set to work taking out piece after piece accompanied by a moan and a plink-plink of the bloodied shards landing on the side table. "Could you just keep still for minute?" She said with agitation, yanking out the last one roughly. His noises weren't exactly of pain…
"Oooooh…ohn ohn…Aaahs…ahh ah….AAH!" He mewled with every pierce and at last cried out, for he had been working on the largest piece, cutting a three-inch valley in his thigh.
"Shit shit! Bandages!" Kawari scurried away to the bathroom, rummaging around for something of use. When she came back with a roll of gauze, the lusty magician cut her off. "Oh my gods you're bleeding all over the—MMPH!"
Hisoka caught her lips with his, mouthing hungrily and holding her so deathly close. She flailed and tried to push away, but the knocks to his body were all the more fun. "Aaaaaah!" she reached and drove that same large shard into his arm, drawing a long gash. It only made him more aroused…her muffled screams, the open wounds. The stenches of his own blood running down his back and slopping to the floor, filling the room…gagging them both. He bit her cheek as she gasped for air. He was almost carrying her, stooping over her like that and holding her so close she could hardly breathe. Holding her…licking her….grinding against her…bleeding on her…and oh! Her teeth sank into his shoulder, vainly trying to break free of his vice. His head was spinning…was it his lust? Her fear? Or the fact he was loosing more blood that he wanted? Either way the next thing he knew she was standing against the front door, heaving with that delicious childlike fear in her eyes. He stepped in her direction with outstretched hands as if he were a monster and snickered "Come to Uncle Hisoka Petto-chan…" He smiled, blood coming through his lips.
Kawari shook her head, unable to make words now. She burst out the door and down the stairs before he could catch up to her. She didn't stop running until she was several blocks away. Out of breath and so confused as to what happened she sat on a bench and cried. "What a strange man…I can't go back. Not tonight." She buried her head in her hands and thought. "But I can't go back to Don and Veto…" she shook her head, one of which was the mustached man who gave her to Hisoka in the first place. She felt in her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she realized they were hers! "YES! OH THANK YOU LORD!" She grinned and ran off.
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"She frightens so easily…" He chuckled staring up at the ceiling…the floor had jumped out and attacked him again. He lay on the now crimson floor in a daze, wondering with a smile about anything and everything. There were streaks and splashes striping the walls. Since she left he felt his head spinning more and more, causing him to thrash around and knock into things, then fall to the floor. Most peculiarly: Hisoka lay in a growing pool of his own blood, and it had been dripping since before she left. Several minutes had past, why wasn't he dead? What strange tricks was this magician pulling, if indeed it was his doing? "Magic happens…"
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"Cici! How are you?" Kawari smiled and hugged her friend when she opened the door. "It's been ages!"
"It's been a week Gabrielle" said the blonde with a dull look as she leaned against the doorway. Her hair was bleach-blonde in a short mop, large hoop earrings punctuating her split ends. "What's up, you look horrible" she said with a knowing eye, calling attention to Kawari's tussled hair and puffy eyes, let alone the huge rust-colored blotch on her dress.
"Aw, come on Cici, what makes you think something's wrong? Can't I just drop by to visit my dear friend?" she smiled cheerfully, knowing the eyes lined with blue eye shadow could see right through her façade.
"Come on in then." Cici sighed, walking back into the small apartment. She adjusted her tube-top and went into the kitchen "Want anything?"
"No thanks, I'm all right" she sat down on the old beat-up couch.
The blonde came back out and set two glasses down and a bottle of Jim Beam. "You're a shit liar to the end you know that?" She laughed cynically and pulled up her hip-huggers to sit down. "Spill it, what's going on?" she said flatly and poured the drink straight to get her friend to talk. Cici took her own glass and rested her other arm over the back of her chair.
"Ci, it's two in the afternoon!" Kawari laughed, glad that nothing had changed.
"I'm a devout alcoholic" Cici shrugged with a smirk and kicked the coffee table lightly to get her friend's attention. "Why are you here? I want the truth Gabrielle" she said with a sobered look.
Kawari squirmed under the all-too-familiar stare of those steel blue eyes across the table. Cici always had her way with that stare. She remembered back when they were in high school, The Two-Too-Loose-Chicks in the dock martins and the frosty-green eye shadow caked on like lard. They'd beat the crap out of anyone in their way and both had the most convincing stare in the whole county. Times were different now, Cici dropped out with the 'man-of-her-dreams' and ended up in this dump with a baby on her hip and a bottle as a 5th limb. They'd both gotten caught up in some nasty stuff, but they always stayed friends. They always stayed coworkers.
"Hey bitch, I'm talkin to you" Cici kicked the table again, snapping her friend out of her daze. "You haven't changed a bit doll" she laughed and leaned forward. "We can chat all day, but I want to know what's wrong" she was sincere, actually glad that Gab had come to her.
"Nothing's really wrong…I just…I don't know" Kawari stumbled and sipped her drink.
"Aw down it girl, something's really wrong if even you can't talk" she laughed, starting to reminiss herself. "Gabby-sue and Cici-may, the chicks that never slowed down, remember that? You'd never shut up and--"
"And you were the fastest girl in town, ho-bag!" Kawari chimed in, seeing her friend choke back a smile.
"Can't help it if the guys couldn't stay outta my drawers" Cici posed dramatically and put her wrist to her head. "Good times…"
The two laughed for a while, loosing track of time, and also lost count of how many refills they'd had. They talked for two maybe three hours, about high school and all the fun they had. They even remembered how they both came to work for Veto. Drink after drink they got back to the original point.
"Well anywayz…" Kawari slurred a bit and leaned closer to emphasize her point. "The guy's a friggen weirdo…Dresses like a clown…looks like one of those little Troll-dolls remember those?"
"Ewww! One-a those freaks that gets a rise outta feet?" Cici answered, causing them both to laugh "You had one-a those before…Jeremy or something?"
" 'Ze Ahteest Fohmally known as Jehramee' " She lowered her voice in a thick accent. Although I wouldn't be surprised if he does…" Kawari mumbled over the rim of her glass and continued in her rant. "Total S/M I gotta say…woke up the next morning and he was just covered in broken glass!"
"Woo-wee, never thought you'd be the dominant type!" Cici laughed filling up her drink again
"Nu-uh! I didn't do it!" She defended herself and turned a bit pink. "Said he was 'playing' the night before, th' freak did it on his own time!"
"Ah-huh" Cici leaned back in her chair with a smug grin. "So...how is he?"
"OH shut up ho-bag! Is that all you think about?"
"You too you know. So…good eh?"
"I haven't been with him yet!"
"Ha! YET! Either way, you're a shit liar!" Cici sat up and slammed her glass on the table. "Gabby Remplaçante NEVER let's a guy get away!" she ended with a snicker
"Times are different now…I'm not as…well I don't move as quickly as I used to anymore! Excuuuuse me if I have some dignity!" Kawari sobered up a bit and challenged her friend.
"Oh come off it!" Cici snarled, the mood changing quickly. "Don't talk like we haven't seen each other since high school, we're still in this together you know!"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about…"
"See! I knew it!" She stood up quickly, letting her chair fall on its back behind her "You've got a HELL of a lot of nerve girl! Come over outta nowhere, pretending like you're so happy to see me, have a little chit-chat and a drink and then what! You get back up on your high horse like you always have! You're asking me for help right Gabrielle! SO ACT LIKE IT!"
Kawari only responded with a hard look back at her.
"You're a good little actress…then take your bow!" Cici paced around the room, words dripping with venom. "Just because I settled down happily, you think you're better than me? You're just jealous that I've got somebody to lean back on!"
"Oh yeah! Joe-jack is a real Casanova! You only got with him because he knocked you up!" Kawari stood too, regaining a sense of anger she'd dropped off in twelfth grade. She stopped, her words struck a cord.
"…I don't even have to explain myself to you." Cici said flatly. "I don't know where you got this attitude woman, you're a slut just like me! What, tired of this life? Want to go and be a pop singer and live in a fairy tale? Hate to break it to ya hon, but you're stuck with this guy! LIVE WITH IT!"
"HE'S FUCKED IN THE HEAD CECILIA!" was her only rebuttal. And even Kawari knew she was lacking in debate.
"So are you." Cici said flatly. The two stared each other down bitterly for a few seconds. The thick silence was finally cut by a fit of snorting laughs. When they finally cooled down, gasping for air more stories started (for you see the mind of a drunk is quite a sporadic one. One minute it can be jolly, the next it's ready for a fight, but it all spins back into intoxicated happiness once more). "You ho." Cici punched her friend in the arm. "We haven't had a fight like that in years…You tryin to trip me up?"
"Pffft, with those heels? I'm surprise you walk like you do!" Kawari giggled, while the blonde now sitting next to her sputtered with laughter again.
"These are YOURS!" She cackled, falling on Kawari's shoulder. "I borrowed these from you in tenth grade!"
"And never gave them back!" Kawari finished her sentence. "I missed you ho-bag"
"And I missed you bitch" she laughed and hugged her friend. "God it's been too long…"
"Too long since our little slumber parties and beach trips huh…"
"OH YOU CANKNIVING BITCH!" Cici squawked with laughter again and elbowed Kawari. "You came KNOWING I'd let you stay over didn't you?"
"At least I knew you still loved me" Kawari shrugged with a wily grin.
"Smart ass" Cici got up and pointed with a sense of authority to the next room. "Taking advantage of me like that, go to my room!"
"Yes mom…" Kawari joked and laughed again as Cici thumped her with a pillow from the couch.
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Hisoka still lay where he fell for the seventh time, a giant scab so to speak holding his whole body to the carpet. As if to feel his pain, the sky bled soft moonlight over his body through the window. He never lost his grin, and soon a strange tune seemed to drift from his lips. A tune similar to that of a circus's twisted organ.
So fra-il and
Wan sh-e seems
I turn to her
And off she flees
Run-ning, fly-ing
Fast as she can
Off she goes
My Pe-etto-chan…
He chuckled, taking quite the liking to his new song, and since he wasn't about to get up any time soon, he continued.
Her ey-es they
Bore into me
Mak-ing my stom-ach
Twist and scream
I'll soon have her blood
Upon my hands
Come back soon
My Pe-etto-chan…
So Mister, help me
If you can
Help me find my
Pe-etto-chan
End Capitulo
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Hehehe, ambiguous enough for you?
(sorry, that's my favorite word recently, it'll pass -.-I hope)
pardonnez-moi, it came on a bit thick at some points -¿
"Powerful Liturature"
that's a nice way to say
this-writer's-friggen-nuts-just-keep-smiling-and-don't-make-a-sound-their-sight-is-based-on-motion
...hey o.o¿ ...where'd you go?
Read and review,I love you
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