Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 40 - Illumi Zoldyck

A/N: Been a while...

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To say that the Troupe knew how to celebrate was an understatement because they knew how to celebrate.

I'm not wholly sure what was different this time around, but unlike the last auction we had successfully raided, the air surrounding this one just seemed considerably lighter.

It was strange.

It was welcomed.

Shizuku stood behind the bar in the main hall (which was thankfully cleared of any human remains before Phinks, Feitan and I had arrived) pouring out drinks for each member, laughing along with the conversation Shalnark and Franklin were having who were sat at the bar, Kortopi was also laughing along with them - but he was sat on the bar instead.

Machi and Nobunaga were also sat at the bar - albeit on the other side of it. Machi was mindlessly stirring her olive around her cocktail glass with its matching wooden cocktail stick. She seemed strangely downcast, but I couldn't possibly guess why, even if I was desperate. Nobunaga was in a similar state (although instead drinking sake shots), however, he was much easier to guess than Machi. He had yet to stop grieving his deceased friend after all.

And then there was—

"Y/n ~" a voice smooth as caramel wedged itself into seeping down my ear canal and to my brain. It didn't take a Hunter to guess who this eccentric character was.

I deadfaced him. "Hisoka."

"Cold." he frowned, seemingly genuinely dispirited from my form of addressal. I'd go as far as to say if he had dog ears; they'd surely be flattened against his head. "Anyway.." anndd he perked right back up. "I was just wondering if you had heard from our good friend Illu~mi recently ~?"

My mood fell at the name. "No."

"Ah.." His spirits dropped once more - seriously, what had happened to him in this past year? "Just a word of wisdom, little miss Y/~n, dear.."

Hisoka came in close to me, his breath on my ear. "A tollerance built over time needs less than half the time to fall back into nothing.."

With those final words spoken, he brushed past me to go playfully poke fun at Machi (by which I mean he quite literally strutted over just to repeatedly poke her shoulder).

I swirled my glass as I wordlessly let his words take settlement in my mind. I was no fool, Hisoka was not talking in relation to my alcohol intake.

"Oi." I turned my head and met eyes with Feitan. He gestured to Hisoka with his a tilt of his beer bottle. "What he want?"

I brushed off the question. "Nothing, really. Just Hisoka being Hisoka." I shrugged. The clown was one strange man, one that I didn't find pleasure in humouring.

Feitan gave a curt nod, eyes darting once more to Hisoka before looking at me. "OK." he accepted. There wasn't much more need to press than that.

A glass was quickly shoved in my face. "Here. Drink." Feitan offered, although it sounded vaguely like an order.

"Thank you." I took the glass from his hand and sipped at the drink.

"Well, well, well. What a surprise that Feitan is the one that can get little Y/n here to take a drink." Phinks cackled to himself. Instantaneously, Feitan rolled his eyes.

"Very funny." he mocked.

Before Phinks could stoke the fire further, the stage right door opened to reveal the Boss, shortly then followed by Pakunoda.