Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 27 - Play Pretend

I was blessed with peaceful sleep, unlike most my nights as of late. No nightmares or at least, none that my brain cared to recall, Just restful, empty sleep.

Those kinds of nights were the ones I adored most, I used to be haunted even when my eyes were open by the faces of those I had killed, not to mention my own trauma on top of that. For that reason I was thankful. Thankful for an empty, lifeless sleep.

I was not thankful however, for being awoken from my slumber by a sudden knocking at my door. "Just a moment, please!" I called after releasing a sharp exhale.

Feitan was right, these mattresses were nothing to marvel at.

I pushed my body into a bridge over my bed in hopes to lessen the stiffness of my back, my body was still far from perfection, but it was getting there. A bit of stiffness was nothing compared to my time on that rooftop.

I stood, pulled my arms over my head in a stretch and flattened my hair as best I could as they came back down to my sides. I approached the door slowly, a strange aura emitted from what hid behind. I raised an eyebrow, I knew this aura, it was hard to forget, what they're doing here though, that was something I wished to know.

Fortunately, I could only guess that would be what they wish to discuss. So with no reason to stall any longer, I wrapped my hand around the knob and opened the door.

The Clown's eyes fell on my instantly, tracing my figure with clear amusement. "Looks like you've gotten comfortable, Y/n~" he uttered, eyes slanted, watching. Waiting.

"Well I had deemed myself safe until I felt you appear at my door." I threw back, Hisoka's antics not being what I was interested. Not his antics regarding myself anyway.

I moved back and held my arm out across the door, inviting him in. With a permanent smirk residing on his face, he strolled past me, clearly he had something important he wished to discuss.

I closed to door gently behind me and swiftly swallowed myself in a layer of Ken and activating Gyo as Hisoka's bloodlust shot out in all directions, filling my room with a haze of pink, red and blue swirls. 

"We could simply talk, Hisoka." I attempted to suggest, but by the look on his face I could tell it would not be so easy.

He took a step forward, and I made my move to follow. His eyes never left my form, the playfulness of before dissipated with the rest of his aura. A glare in its place.

I frowned. "If this is about the death of Kurapika, then allow me to remind you that I had already informed you of the possibility I would be ordered to kill him, this should not have come as a surprise." I countered the thoughts he had yet to speak. Hisoka knew this may happen, in fact he should have expected it.

I pushed my dominant foot back and bent my knees slightly. A subtle movement for a subtle fighting stance. His followed suit. "Do not misunderstand Y/n. I am not upset that Kurapika met an unfortunate end, it both benefits my desires and hinders them." Hisoka's tongue slipped out of his mouth and swiped his lip. "It's actually quite marvellous~ Gon's development is sure to ripen quite dramatically." he threw his head back in utter chaotic lust. Perhaps if he weren't talking about Killua's bestfriend I'd feel happy for him.

His head quickly shot back down towards me. "But you see, with Kurapika dead I can no longer fight the Boss~" he pouted, voice holding a slight whine to it.

I deadpanned. "Nothing is stopping you from attacking the Boss, Hisoka. You're not a real member after all." 

"Hn~ the troupe members would never allow us to battle... the Boss always has a troupe member by his side at any given time you see, and they do not interest me." a bored expression fell on his face, and his bloodlust slowly retracted back into his natural pink Ten. He sat back on my bed.