MEME FANFIC Sugar And Molasses (Yandere Hunter X Hunter)

Memories

Um so about my disappearance, sorry about that. I didn't know how to continue the story so I kinda slacked off quite a bit. Either way, I'm in Japan now and going to school. Which isn't the best experience if I'm being honest. I can't write as much as I used to, I'm guessing I'll post randomly. Again, sorry if I took a month to give any type of update.

(This is a little background info kinda text to keep you guys a little bit entertained while I finish the next chapter.)

Memory 1:
Y/n grips the letter tightly in her hands, eyes pouring with tears as she reads the grim news of her best friend.

'Dear Ms. Y/n,
This is the underground market of ancient artifacts. We are sorry to inform you that Hanarō Kurta is now dead due to a fatal stomach wound. He was close to success of obtaining the sixth harbinger Scaramouche's hat however he was shot with an unusual looking bullet. We are still searching for his body; it was stolen after we examined it. So until the retrieval we ask you to plan what to do with his body due to the fact his parents are dead. You have full custody over his possessions and estates, thank you for letting him join us.

Sincerely, Paimon, The Emergency Food Associate'

How could've he died? He was skillful at using nen, if not a master at it. His nen had made him able to contort the life of other's around him into himself or others. There's no way he could've died, he was skillful enough to steal someone's body.

First Mr. Joestar and now Hanarō? Why, why did the world hate you so much? You've lost two people important in your life now. Hah, how pathetic you are, growing more lonely per every year.

You had no friends, other than your boyfriend who was currently busy and far away. God, if only he was here. No matter, you would just sit and consume yourself in madness, waiting for the time you go insane for another human. (Who's friendly)

"Haha, darling it'll only be a little while before I go mad without you." You say in a hushed tone, you then collapse. Your body tired of all the exhaustion it had acquired throughout the year.

Memory 2:
"Why would you do this?" Vidal stammered, eyes wide with fear and shock. Before him was the body of Mr. Joestar, which had a dagger through the stomach area. Hanarō, who had blood on his hands just laughed manically before pausing. "He was taking her away!" The red eyed man seethed, furious at the thought of his sweet little Y/n being taken away.

"You must delusional because Mr. Joestar only was her teacher, and an old man as well." Vidal accused, only for the other to tackle him straight to the ground. The two attacked each other brutally for a few minutes before Vidal activated his nen and stole some cells from Hanarō. In response, the victim backed away while holding his arm, which the exterior layer of the skin was off. "I won't let you hurt her, unless if you want to be killed," the surgeon threatned, "As much as I admire you as my friend, I can't bear the thought of her being injured by you of all people."

Vidal gingerly held the corpse in his arms as he put an extra layer of skin on the limbs. Have to be sanitary no? He rushed out of the building; the street barren during the hour of the witching. The terrified but determined man headed towards his house.

Back at the building, the bloodied murderer just smiled, eyes missing the life they once held. "Soon, my sweet, soon he'll be dead." He stared out the window into the moon, and touched the glass.

One is a killer and another is a savior, but soon both will be killers that are dead.

Memory 3:

Far away, in the country of red, stands two men with one holding a bag. Blood was splattered onto the hands of both, with one grinning and the other displeased. "Haha, we meet again Vidal, or should I say Dr. Montero?" The red eyed one speaks, whilst staring down at red sand. "I'm only here for one task and only one task," Vidal stated with venom, "The task of killing you." Immediately Vidal throws a scalpel targeted at Hanarō's face.

The victim dodges, and takes a knife out, already heading for the surgeon. Vidal was about to grab the handle of the knife only for Hanarō to grab him by the arm. Then he feels something squeezing out of his arms. "No, you couldn't have!" A dry laugh rang, "Oh, but I am! I only needed yours to have an immortal soul."

A thick and dark liquid then sprayed out in the desert, tainting the ground with more of the rose shade. A cough was barely audible as more blood poured from the abdomen and mouth. "I-," Hanarō wheezed, "Don't need this body anymore." He then collapsed on the ground, dead. Horrified, Vidal couldn't believe what had happened.

Only seconds earlier did his childhood friend grasp his arm, and steal the life from him. The knife that was in the other arm was pushed into the doctor's hand and forced into the abdomen of the killer. Causing Hanarō to die, and Vidal, a killer.

"This is force, I'm supposed to protect her, and yet you make me a murderer. How dare you. It's true I was going to kill you but not like this, I was going to poison you." The living man seethes, "I brought this syringe and poison for nothing then?" He asks himself, and drops the items.

"I hate you, my friend."

Conclusion:

Both me and you are murderers, I am a savior, you are not. However I am dead and you are not. You deceiving, deceiving bastard.

Why does everybody I love die? I did nothing wrong, just live life as it is! I can't stand this, it hurts so much... My heart feels like being stabbed repeatedly.

You're a bastard, I'm the one, you're not obviously. Haha she thinks I'm dead! Oh but I'm not! I'm always here my darling~ I've always had.

- Celina