Summary: Hisoka's creepy obsession is focused on Machi for this chapter.
Disclaimer: Hunter X Hunter is Yoshihiro Togashi's baby. It's not mine.
Toy box: Machi
Like a true spider, Machi waited in her web. When her prey stepped in, her thin threads tied them up and hung them. She was too kind for his taste, though. Gurgling gasps, frantically kicking, and clawing at their necks desperately as their faces turned blue, she never left them to suffer. They didn't die of asphyxiation, with a gentle twang of her thread she snapped their neck.
Hisoka loved the watching her work.
Her thread was almost as good at healing as it was at killing. She could reattach a limb as easily as she could sever it. It was rare that a skill could be used both ways. Rare was a nice perk, but more importantly, she was strong.
He loved the soft twanging of her threads as it stitched wounds and as it decapitated heads. A thread pulled taunt can make a beautiful sound when plucked. Perhaps that's why he daydreamed of her pulled taunt beneath him. Gasping with pleasure, frantically kicking, and clawing at his hands as her face turned blue. He wouldn't be as kind as her, though. There would be no gentle twang or a harsh crack, just the awful sound of choked gasps and slapping flesh till it is all too quiet.
His body shook in a shiver of delight as he pulled out his phone. "The match is tomorrow, how about we have a date tonight?"
There was a heavy exhale causing the speaker to crackle. Machi said, "You're wasting my time. Get to the point or I'm hanging up."
"I want to hire you to patch me up afterward."
"Two million jenny, up front as always."
"Naturally."
"You know this is a waste of time, right? I can't heal the dead."
She could practically hear his smug smile in the answering silence.
"...I know. I'll see you after the fight."
As the call dropped, Machi scoffed at her phone. She knew he fancied himself as the most powerful, but he was just a clown, a fool. She'd seen it plenty of times in Meteor City, a child with too much talent and not enough to do that turned to violence for amusement. He would forever keep upping the ante till the day he bit off more than he can chew. Tomorrow would be that day. She'd have her money and in honor of their deal she'd patch his corpse up. No one could ever say she wasn't a woman of her word.