Summary: Hisoka's got a terrible crush on Ging for this chapter.

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

Toy box: Ging

Casting another blank ballot, Hisoka smiled at the zodiacs protecting the guard box. They weren't a bad choice of prey if boredom struck as each one held a decent score in his personal ranking system: 90 for the sheep, 85 for the tiger, and a 77 for the rabbit. Hisoka, of course, placed himself as the 100 mark. Scores over 100 were exceedingly rare, but he'd noticed one that kept hiding away as soon as the hunters were released from the election meetings.

'Shy boys are absolutely precious.'

If there was one thing Ging was good at, it was avoiding people he didn't want to see. After all the years worth of time multiple people had spent hunting the man down, it's a small wonder Ging Hunter wasn't an acceptable job title within the Hunter's Association. Although, there were too many decent sized fish to be caught in the pound for Hisoka to put in that much effort.

Luring Ging out was an option. However, the man had little to nothing that he seemed to hold sacred. There was a slim chance killing Gon could affect him, but it was unlikely. A man who'd ignored his child for 13 years and refused to visit him on what could possibly be his death bed would not be one likely to come to avenge his child. With the slim hope that Gon could be revived, Hisoka was hesitant to choose that course of action.

Ideally, he'd catch Ging before he could scurry off to his hidey-hole. If he could not, that was fine. Carnival games always were better with friends and Hisoka did fancy himself as being quite good at whack-a-mole. He always could make new high scores magically appear.

Some bungee gum stuck like rubber between a stick and a large rock would make for a grand makeshift mallet. As soon as Ging was alone playtime could begin.

Hisoka would aim for the feet first. It would largely depend on Ging's Hatsu if the strategy worked or not, but Hisoka hoped that would be enough to incapacitate the other man. Once he had him down, crippled, and helpless they'd have all the time in the world to get to know each other. Make-shift sledgehammer to skin he'd pound into Ging crushing fingers and smashing bones till Hisoka knew the pitch of every scream Ging could produce. Every whisper of hatred said through pain clenched teeth would set Hisoka's blood on fire. If Ging refused, Hisoka would just aim higher slowly crushing his foe from the tips of his toes to his head.

For Ging there would be no more running away; Hisoka was tired of playing Hide-and-Seek.