A/N: I recommend listening to Kyousou Requiem, Hisoka's character song. It's a good song and the lyrics were an inspiration for this.
Hisoka
The moon was blood red that night. Burning stars shined dimly in the night, and the warm air created a humidity that was near suffocating.
Coated red in the moon's light, an apple tree sat. Its fruits looked just about ready to fall. Fresh, tantalizing, they stood still. There were many of them, yet one stood out the most. It was green, an anomaly among the pure reds.
He wanted it.
He wanted to rip it apart. First peeling off its skin, and exposing the untouched, creamy flesh underneath. Its insides would be crushed, sliced apart by his own hand, and maybe, just maybe, he would leave a bit to eat.
The other fruits were tempting in their own rights, however, that one was special. It had no red on it, just a slight tint from the moon above. So innocent, he wanted to taint it.
However, he would not pick it. He would wait.
Yet it was so frustrating. Digging sharpened nails into his own skin, he bit his lip to restrain himself. He became hotter, more agitated.
Moaning helped little with releasing his pent up stress.
Every time he reached to pick the apple, he forced himself back. When he couldn't stand it, he snatched another, plain red one. Sometimes ripping it in half in the process. It kept him relaxed for awhile, but that longing was still there.
So he would wait, in his madness, he would wait.
Right until the apple was ready to fall.