Flashback:
"Do not even think of leaving or escaping this house, Y/n." he said, as if reading my thoughts. "I'll have Toru to look after you." he said, referring to one of his bodyguards. Toru isn't the kind of bodyguard that you should underestimate. He's got some kind of hidden powers in him. He then left the room, leaving me there so confused, not knowing what to do now.
I sighed, coming back to reality. I'm still walking, heading nowhere, totally forgetting why I'm in this wet market in the first place. Then I suddenly bumped into a hard something. Or someone. The impact wasn't that strong, but me being all that clumsy and feeble, I fell to the ground. I hit my bottom rather hard. I frowned, rubbing my bottom.
"Oh, I'm sorry," someone said, tugging my hand and pulling me up from the ground. The scarf that was supposed to be covering my face was off, revealing my whole face. Damn. I'm using a scarf to hide my face. I had to take precautions, now that I ran away and currently hiding from my father. I know he's looking for me. His connections is wide, and he's not the type of person who take defeats that easy. He has always been like that. That's why I can't risk being careless in every single thing that I do. But this incident today is just giving away how clumsy I can be when I'm careless. My butt still hurts a bit.
I looked up to see the stranger's face. He's tall, really tall — or maybe I'm just small — he's got short red hair, which is combed to the back of his head and his eyes are yellow. He's wearing a short-sleeved jacket, decorated with some kind of card symbols and he's wearing a face paint, with a star-shape on his right cheek and a teardrop-shape on his left cheek. Seriously, what is this guy? Is he lost or something? His outfit and face paint doesn't fit him at all, also being in a place like this. I'm kind of like in the verge of laughing at him, but I restrain myself.
He smiled. He looks weird. What is this jester doing in a wet market? Is he here to entertain these people? Maybe I'm going a bit far. Whatever he's up to is not my business. But maybe a little joke is good for me. I said to myself, silently laughing inside.
"Hello there." he greeted, smiling again. His smile is really weird — in a funny way — and I'm very close to laughing again.
"Hi," I said, returning his smile. "I'm so sorry, I was a little distracted." I said.
He chuckled. His laugh isn't that bad, though.
"It's okay. I'm distracted too .. by your beauty." he said, making one of those beautiful eyes.
Is he hitting on me? Or is he just like that all the time?
I pretended a small laugh. "Oh, you," I said, still fake-laughing. I need to get out of here. "U-uhh, I'm kind of in a hurry," I looked up at him. "I gotta go. I'm sorry again. See you around." I said, making my voice more natural.
I walked away from him as I placed the scarf over my head and knot the other two ends of it to the side of my neck, now concealing my face.
"Wait," he said. I stopped and turned to face him.
He smiled again. I looked away to stop myself from laughing inside. Believe me, he looks really funny.
"Let me make up the trouble I caused," he hesitated for a moment. "Let me walk you home."
Uh-uh. "No. I mean no it's no trouble at all. Not at all. You don't have to. Just no." I said all at once. It's not because I don't want anyone to see me walking around with him. It's just that I can't reveal to him where I'm living — or hiding. I just can't risk it. It's too dangerous.
But he insisted. And insisted. And insisted. Until I finally gave in. I can't believe a guy can be so persuasive. I'll just have to find a house and pretend I live there and then he can leave me in peace forever! Yes! That's it!
We started walking, me leading the way. I actually don't know where I'm heading. I just keep on walking. I didn't notice the alleyway we we're entering with him leading the way.
I can't stop thinking of my dad. This is all his fault. My dad's kind of a jerk. I don't know what made him like that. When I was still a kid, I used to love him and idolize him, just how little girls would be to their father. You see, when I was I think maybe 4 years old, he wasn't like that at all. He wasn't that busy all the time, and would spend most of his time with me, reading me books, playing with me, being a real father to me. But when I was 6, he just disappeared. No one knew where he went, no notes whatsoever. I think he was gone for a year and half, and that's when my grandma came. She stayed in the mansion and took care of the business my father left and looked after me. When my dad came back, grandma didn't leave the mansion, but she waived the managing of the business to my father. She stayed there, with me.
When my dad came back, everything has changed. He's not the old "daddy" I knew that would tuck me to bed and read me a story and would play with me. I was so happy that he came back, but when I hugged him, he just looked at me, as if he didn't know me. Those cold, dark eyes stared down at me as if I'm some kind of a pest that was in his way. I was so hurt by his actions, and after that, he's always been mean to me. Not wanting me to go out too much and always confining me inside the house. I only had one friend. He was the only one who approached me back then — at that time, no one really wanted to be friends with me, I don't know why though. He was so nice to me, and I fell in love with him.
Hisoka...
Memories flooded my head and now I'm feeling nothing but pain. Too. Much. Pain. Uhhh.
I feel like crying right now. Why am I remembering this now, of all times? Arrgh.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed where I am. What the ... ?
I'm in a dark alley. I looked around and no one is there. The jester guy wasn't even there. Have I been alone this whole time?
Someone harshly grabbed my hands from behind and locked it there, dragging me to a dead-end, causing my scarf to detach and exposing my face. I was so shocked I couldn't even shout or protest. I turned my face to the side to see who it was. It was the jester guy. I was about to shout but he covered my mouth with his hands.
"Don't even try," he whispered to my ear. I shivered.
What's going to happen to me? Is he going to kill me? I asked myself, helpless.
He stopped when he reached the corner side of the dead-end alley. He let go of my mouth but he's still holding my hands in the back.
"What are you doing, you moron? Let me go!" I shouted at him, pretending to be strong and fearless, but inside I don't know what else to do. I have never been this scared in my whole life.
He laughed. He laughed so hard and loud. It was terrifying. What in the world is this guy?
"You are such a beauty, I just can't let you go," he whispered, licking my earlobe down to my jawline. Disgusting.
"You pervert! Let me go, you disgusting —"
I halted. His grip on my hands loosened. Then he let go of it. Did he changed his mind and decided to let me go instead?
This is my chance. I ran a few meters away from him, feeling the temporary freedom and stopped to turn and face him. I looked down. There he is. Lying on the ground. I'm not certain, but he looks ... lifeless. There's lot of blood oozing from his neck. I took a step back. W-Who did this ..? Is he dead? Who killed h-him?
I looked closer to his neck. There was a deep cut in the front of his neck and a lot of blood is dripping from it. And on the right portion of it, there was a — wait, is that a playing card? Where did that come from?
I was still battling with myself, whether to leave the pervert jester behind and escape or help him when a guy from nowhere approached him. He was walking slow, as if his every moves are well calculated.
He seized the playing card from the jester's neck and turned around, facing me.
Is he the one who saved me? Why did he kill him? He could have just talked to him, he doesn't have to kill the guy!
He walked towards my direction, then stopped when he reached my spot. Is he gonna kill me too? I wanted to run. I wanted to leave this place. But my feet seems to be stuck there, and I can't move. I can't move at all.
I looked at him from head to toe. What the hell? He looks just like the guy he killed — the pervert jester. He's wearing a face paint with a star shape on his right cheek and a teardrop shape on his left cheek. His red hair is combed to the back of his head and his eyes are yellow. He's wearing a sleeveless jacket — the pervert jester was wearing a short-sleeved jacket — long pants, leg wraps and a belly band and it's decorated with suit symbols. But one thing is for sure: they don't look alike. His face is nowhere near the pervert jester.
He leaned down to me until he was an inch away from my nose. Then he smirked.
"It's been a long time," he said, leer never leaving his face.
No. This is not happening. I said to myself as epiphany hit me hard in the face.
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