Summary: Hisoka's creepy obsession is focused on Kurapika for this chapter.

I'm so happy to be past Gon and Killua. While Hisoka spends a lot of time focusing on them in series, it feels much less squicky to describe his sexual violence on older characters.

Disclaimer: Hunter X Hunter is Yoshihiro Togashi's baby. It's not mine.

Toy box: Kurapika

A sharp ring pierced the air as a text came to his phone. "You did it."

Of course, I can't allow others to break my toys.

Kurapika knew he'd freed Chrollo's nen.

How cruel, looks like two little boys are tattle tales.

Hisoka smiled down at his phone. The boy was as sharp as ever. He had to give Kurapika credit for managing to find his number. Hisoka had changed mobile devices and numbers several times since their short term alliance in Yorknew.

Half angel and half reaper, time had only made the phrase from the Nostrade girl's ability more fitting. With blonde hair, pale skin, and haunting red eyes angelic was a fitting description for Kurapika. An angel soaked in the blood of Uvogin, Pakunoda,and who else? There was no doubt he'd spilled more in his time serving as a Mafia lap dog, if not in the name of the mob then for the sake for reclaiming his brethren's eyes.

The contrast between the delicateness of his form and the power he possessed was delicious. Adding that to the bewitching quality of his eyes and Hisoka could easy see why Chrollo had wanted to possess the eyes for himself and Kurapika for the Spider.

Those eyes. Glowing red in the judgment of evil, Kurapika's eyes were breathtaking. Hisoka could already see himself gripping the younger man's head as he forced him to his knees. Soft golden hair would tangle in his fingers as he slid his thumbs to rest just under the Kuruta's eyes. He had no need for them or money, but they were the boy's pride. The last bit of his family that remained.

That look. Kurapika wouldn't even flinch under his fingers. Even as he reached his end he would never give his enemy the satisfaction of seeing him frightened.

That spirit... He would curse Hisoka, hate him, loathe his very existence with every fiber of his being. Blood would boil warmly beneath Hisoka's fingers as Kurapika burned with passion.

Hisoka would push his thumbs into Kurapika's open eyes as he silently prayed to a dead clan for salvation...

Thus would end the Kuruta clan as Hisoka licked his fingers clean.

The proud ones really were the most fun to break.

Picking up his phone, Hisoka texted back. "See you soon."