By the way I don't know why but I will not be revealing the oc's name or appearance until later in this fic. And I need to come up with a name for you all, like my sweets or my blueberries. ;P

Anyways, I do not own hunterxhunter in any way, it belongs to our beloved Yoshihiro Togashi. While I only own my oc.

I've never noticed how titillating Hisoka was when he almost slit my throat. Given most people wouldn't pay much attention to that... Anyways after that experience with him, I actually see him quite often on my missions. The way he takes out his targets as if it's a game, yet still showing great dominance in strength... it's... he has a... unique way of things. From his appearance to his job to his weapon of choice. Hisoka claims of being a magician, and in a way he is because he even uses a deck of cards as his weapons and telling from my observations the joker card is his favorite. Thinking back, it was his joker card that was at my throat, absentmindedly I grazed my fingertips over the bandages left over from the little memento of Hisoka's. Referring back to the last subject, his appearance was unique as well, his middle slender as a snake but still there could be abs. His chest muscular with his arms and legs long but having defined muscles. His pale complexion contrasting with his red, gelled up hair and the pink star on his right cheek, blue tear on his left. His eyes yellow as a neon sun,!... it's unbelievable how I got wrapped up in his looks. Frowning at that thought I muttered, "I need to go get my next assassination card..."

I walked toward the roof of the building next to my target's current location, reaching the roof I sealed off the entry/exit to getting to me. I pulled out and put together the parts to my sniper rifle with silencer of course. I would usually have a scythe that compacts into a box cutter, somehow. The association had some high tech adjustments done to tend to my weaponry needs. As an assassin, we can't just go around making it obvious we're about to kill someone. But I picked my sniper rifle tonight because I didn't get a report that I needed info from my target and I was too much work getting pass guards and planning an escape route. Plus I don't want to get bloody tonight, I also wanted time to think. But I was interrupted as I sensed a presence for a brief moment...that's strange. It's as if they wanted for me to know they are here. I examined the area, after a whole minute, a red blur -which I later discover is hair- appears a few feet away from me. I inhaled sharply from shock, gun still in hand pointing at Hisoka's heart, he chuckled.

"What the hell are you doing here!" I said in a rush, focusing on both my target and Hisoka, who stood there with no response.

"I have a job to do so please wait until I'm done to handle any business with me!" My eyes quickly glanced over to my target's location for a brief second, and in that time Hisoka managed to come face to face with me while throwing my sniper rifle to the side. My reflexes not allowing me to be unarmed, I grabbed my box cutter from my thigh to press it against Hisoka's chest. His grin in place with his narrowed eyes, while mine were wide in shock of his speed. He chuckled.

"I've noticed you watching me...Why? " he asked, referring to the times I've observed him on his missions.

"What?! You're asking me this now!" He remained silent and I could feel his breathe against my cheek as he waited... patiently...for a irritatingly long time.

Okay... okay I'll answer your stupid questions, just let me do my fucking job!"

His grin somehow got bigger and he complied by pressing off me and my compacted scythe, which I was ready to use. I grabbed my gun and eyed Hisoka over before resuming my position. Laying on the floor, I aimed at the head of my target and shot! Looking through my scope, I saw a hole in his head with a splash of blood and a some amount of brain splashed on the wall behind him. No one was there screaming yet. As an assassin I like doing things quick and easy, no drama. But someone was going to come soon after hearing glass break and there's going to be allot of screaming. Better move out before cops come. To bad for the family, may their deceased rest in peace.

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