violet, blue, green, red | hisoka x chrollo x illumi x fem!reader | 18+

one.

January 11th, 1999 - The 287th Hunter Exam, fourth phase. Zevil Island. Sunset. 

And at once, everything was quiet. 

The only sound being the soft chirps of an occasional owl or the crunching of leaves from human or animal feet. You weren't scared, it wasn't in your nature - you knew that whatever it was, was just another pet to you that could be defeated in the blink of an eye; and that was you being nice. 

You haven't seen Hisoka since you two split up shortly after your arrival on the island, and you were enjoying the peace of not having to constantly ward off his touchy hands and endearing whispers. You never brought intimacy into battle, but Hisoka was the absolute opposite - he grew intimate from battle, and that was something you've not only witnessed countless times but have had to deal with personally.

So, with already one number badge close to your body, you let yourself slump against a tree to relax - senses still on high alert because truthfully, there was no such thing as relaxing at this time in the exam. Relaxation was a weak spot and a golden opportunity for opponents to steal your badges. 

"Ah ~" A familiar melody breaks through the stoic air, snapping you out of the relaxed trance you seemed to lose yourself to. You knew that voice, you dreamed about that voice - had nightmares about that voice. 

"I was wondering where you wandered off to, my little Ace..." Hisoka stops in front of you, a ten of hearts clutched between his pointer and middle finger - tracing the curved side of the card over the exposed skin on your leg. You don't move, just merely follow the card's swift movement on your leg. He could cut you if he wanted to - that'd be annoying. You knew he liked that, though. "Do you have a badge for me?"

"For you? No - for me? Yes." You finally speak up, kicking up your leg as a sign for him to let up. A soft, arrogant chuckle slips from his thin lips as he stands, sliding down next to you. You'd never tell him this, but his presence made you feel less lonely and more protected. He'd never even let a fly get two feet of you when he was near, even though you were 100% capable of taking care of yourself. You did learn everything you knew from him, of course. 

"Can I see?" A hint of pride was hidden by his cool, melodic voice. You retrieving a badge was almost like he retrieved that badge. It was proof of his restless night's training you from when you were both younger. 

You oblige, pulling the small circular object from under the knife holster you kept under your shirt, close to your breasts. It was safe there - hard for an enemy to reach in without startling you, unless one of their abilities was invisibility. Still, even then, you were trained enough to sense almost anyone's aura. That was one of the things you caught onto quicker when Hisoka first defined nen to you. 

Your personal badge was also under that holster. 

"I'm very proud of you..." He lowers your hand holding the badge, almost as if he didn't want anyone else seeing it. A faint presence was in the distance, and he honed in on it as soon as he sat beside you. It was an aura he was familiar with, though. He could relax. 

You almost always kept up a tough, carefree exterior around Hisoka, until he showed you his pride in your skills. It made you preen internally - like you did something right. You outsold the nonexistent competition. That tough exterior was taught by him too, and it was like he could see through your blank expression as he smirked, knowing his light compliment made you feel that way. 

He nudges his nose against your cheek softly, purring like a kitten at the exchange of heat. Mindlessly, you lean into his affection - cheeks tingling as you let your eyes slip closed, a reckless action that didn't cross your mind as you spent these seconds with your magician. Seconds were all it took for the scent of unknown bloodlust to fill your senses. You pop up, conjuring one of your smaller blades from an open palm. It was of a simple design with a sleek grip. You didn't feel like exerting too much energy as a stranger, tall and brooding tightens his fist. 

Just a regular hunter wannabe, you think to yourself as you wait for the man cloaked by darkness to approach you. This was a disadvantage - he saw you conjure, but you didn't know his abilities. Suddenly you were glad Hisoka was kicked up behind you, just watching. He enjoyed watching. 

"You're a pretty one. Shame I have to take your badge." He grunts, deep and dark. You don't budge - Hisoka's melody scared you more than this front this muscles-for-brain hunter wannabe put on around you. 

"Then come take it." Your words fall from your lips like molten gold - seductive and horrifying. He backs away just a bit, but recoils when he knows he couldn't leave without your badge. You could tell by his aura that he didn't know what nen is - this would be an easy fight, you could end it now, but that wouldn't be any fun. 

He laughs, stretching his muscles back before running at you with olympian-like speed, expecting you to admit defeat as he tumbles closer to you. He was too slow, you could tell he was going to ambush you from your right, faking a left attack so that you were uncoordinated and surprised. An amateur move. 

It doesn't take but a millisecond for you to twirl your small blade in your hands, steadying it within your fist before delivering that one, fatal blow to the direct center of his forehead. Directly onto his third eye. 

He topples over like a ton of bricks, the blade of your knife sinking deeper into his brain as he falls forward, his bodyweight sliding him further and further down the knife in a horrifyingly gory scene... 

As a puddle of blood pooled from his lifeless body, so did the stench of rotten copper in the air. The smell of blood from an unkept body - ugh. 

"Your battle abilities never fail to amaze me, little ace~" You can hear Hisoka behind you, clapping softly, but just loud enough to show his appreciation for the late-night show. You smile, back to him as you flip over the dead body, searching it for the tag you won from the fight. 

"If you're hard when I turn around, I'm making you use your hand." You celebrate silently as you pull out his number badge. He wasn't your target, but one more badge wouldn't hurt in the long run. Hisoka's genuine laugh sends shockwaves down your spine as you stand back up, wiping the blood from the badge onto the shirt of the dead man before sticking it in your holster. 

"You know all I have to do is pout a little bit, and you're putty in my hands, little ace." Hisoka tilts his head to the side, his tongue darting from between his lips in a foul attempt to seduce you. 

"Pervert." You mutter as you sit back in your spot next to him. He didn't have an erection - that was odd. It made you wonder if you didn't truly impress him back there. "You-"

"I may be a pervert, but I don't want to make love to you, my little ace, in the middle of a forest with hundreds of blood-hungry villains stalking us." He shifts a little to accommodate for your presence next to him once more. "Show me your nen." 

You fight back an eye-roll as you raise your finger, painting a little heart with your crimson aura. You wait for his little smirk before relaxing back down - he was like a child when he saw your nen. It was so special, so potent, so full of desire, sin, sensuality, and power with the aftertaste of danger. Hisoka always told you that if you could taste nen, yours would taste like spicy cinnamon on a cool day. 

"Was that heart for me?" 

"Who else would it be for?" You lift your finger once more, this time tracing a heart cracked in half right in front of him. He looks at the aura with unamused eyes before looking back at you. 

"I prefer the heart." 

"And I'd prefer if this conversation ended. We need to keep a keen sense of hearing out, and I can't do that if you flirt with me restlessly." Your voice lowers as you speak closer to his ear, finishing off the sentence by resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckles once more, not responding verbally. He knew you were right. You always were. 

You always were the logical, stoic, and high-strung one in the relationship. 

Hisoka provided that and more, but always made sure to never overshadow you. You were special enough to steal his spotlight.