villain. [hxh]

十六

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Her eyes snapped open, she takes in slow and deep breaths. She rubs the sleep away from her eyes, groggily getting up from the bed. Her arms, legs, and chest felt heavy. She pushes back the strands of hair that had stuck on her sweaty forehead. A numb sensation spreads through every fiber of Evelynn's being. She takes unsteady steps towards the bathroom and heading towards the bathtub to fill it with cold water, without taking off her clothes she dips into the icy waters. She sees goosebumps rise on her skin. As she sinks into the water, she wonders how long this time will take before she felt anything again. On rare days like this one, Evelynn finds herself inflicting all kinds of pain on herself just to start feeling again. She hated being numb. It was horrible and terrifying. To feel nothing. To be so much in pain that it doesn't even register in your mind anymore. Being numb means being used to it. Used to pain. Used to hurt. How can she have everything on the tip of her fingertips but have nothing at the same time? She closes her eyes as she feels herself be rocked by the rushing water coming from the faucet, Evelynn felt tired. She'd like to sleep for a minute, an hour, a day, a month, a year, or forever. She doesn't care how long. She just wants to close her eyes and forget for a minute, an hour, a day, a month, a year, hopefully forever. Her eyes close and she sees nothing but black.

'I'm so sleepy'

The first thing she sees was a white ceiling, wrapped around familiar covers. Looking at the other side of the bed were amber eyes staring intently at her. No one spoke first. The silence rested uncomfortably above their heads. Evelynn quite liked silence when she was alone, this silence was just tinged with uncertainty, questions, and awkwardness on her part.

"Care to explain why you were turning my room into a swimming pool?" You wince at Hisoka's straight-forward question, "I have to be honest and say, I don't know either"

He only raises his eyebrows, prodding silently for actual details. You only shake your head, "I was half-asleep. I don't even remember."

He stands up from the bed, deciding to drop the topic. "If you want to be that way then fine~" He pouts like a seven-year-old child as if that was going to do anything for the green-eyed woman. "I'll be going out to meet someone," He says, half expecting you to be curious.

"Is it a date? I wouldn't like one of my boy toys going out with other women"

"I fucked a woman here yesterday and you didn't bat an eye on that"

"Oh whoops, you caught me. I don't care at all, what a surprise." Evelynn shrugs nonchalantly. The jester rolls his eyes, eyeing her complete 180 from shivering, frightened mess when he carried her to the bed from the bathroom. It did surprise him when he saw water spilling from the bathroom, her usual red lips faded to a gray-purple color. He makes a hypothesis on what happened. He knew he wasn't going to get anything from the devil herself, so he was left alone to think of possibilities. After a few minutes, Evelynn was already dressed in an outfit considerably different and tame compared to her more form-fitting and extravagant ones. A long-sleeved blue dress with a V neckline and a red scarf tied to her neck and as usual she wore high-heeled shoes. Hisoka supposes that was one of their similarities, a penchant for heels and flamboyant outfits. Her lips colored a dark maroon red as she puts her hair in a complex bun.

"What's your theme for the day? To look like your grandmother?" Hisoka remarks, he'd rather be stabbed a couple hundred times than admit she had made it work. The outfit was completely unlike her, simple and loose. He thinks that her outfit shows her drop in mood but her outfits, even now, always had sophistication and expensiveness. Her temporary blonde was already fading back to black, although not fully and Hisoka was more than elated to see it back. It had been five days since she had arrived, he'd only hope she'd stay longer.

"Oh shut it, you know I don't look like a grandmother—" Her comeback was cut short as Hisoka heads toward the bathroom to get ready, closing the bathroom door. He hears a complaint from her that sounded like "I'm still speaking! Don't be rude!" Midway through his shower, the room gets eerily quiet. When he exits the room, every trace of her was gone. His closet was empty of her things and the bed made. He didn't know what he was expecting but it wasn't this, he curses at himself because what was he thinking? He taunts himself because what? He was expecting something? Ridiculous. His nen turns deadly and everyone on the floor was alarmed. He isn't like Chrollo who was obsessed and enthralled with her. He was better, he was the one pulling the strings in their little charade. He was just using her.

Yes, Hisoka thinks, I'm using her.