Therapists Thoughts on the Hunter Exam. (And its contestants.)

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After an about a day or so I was wiped, nearly falling over myself as hisoka walked beside me, fine and dandy the fucking cunt.

We continued on till we hit a small room, two shady looking men on the other side.

The intercom blared to life.

"Hisoka~ I believe you and this practitioner have met before! He's a very special volunteer you might recognize from last year." The man stated gleefully.

Hisoka seemed to sigh slightly. "Oh yes, the pathetic examiner from last year..." he stated, boredom in his voice.

"This test is all about wit, cunning, and raw strength. You are to battle your respective opponents. If both of you win, you get to move on. If you don't... well you're probably dead. But if that's not the case then you must stay in this room for a predetermined number of hours as a penalty. You may begin whenever!" The examiner exclaimed.

So hisoka gets a cool tie in revenge match and I'm stuck with some mean run of the mill asshole? What the hell hunter exam? That's so rude.

I'm probably still high...

I scoot back a little and lean against the wall, letting hisoka do his thing with the last examiner as the two of them duke it out. Hisoka dancing around the man's blades before ending him swiftly in a move that was probably cool, except he's hisoka and I don't give a fuck.

I stand after his match, ignoring the clown as I analyze my opponent for a second.

He was big, overly muscled and boastful which meant he probably had an inferiority complex I could use to rattle him. He had all the physical markers of drug use, thinning hair, prematurely wrinkled skin, rotten teeth.

I could probably beat him.

"Why do I have to fight this guy? Hisoka got something more personal and all I get is a uggo? Not fair." I say out loud, ignoring the man as I speak directly to the examiner. The man gets mad, he doesn't like being ignored. Thats why he's here, he's an attention fiend.

"Hey! Eyes over here, I'm your opponent and I'm gonna kill you good and dead." He states. I fake a small laugh, overplaying the amount of drugged up I am as I turn to hisoka.

"He's dumb too, it would have been so much scarier if he only said it once ya know?" I ask, not really wanting to talk to Hisoka, but again, playing it up a little before I turn back to the man.

It looks like he's buying the clueless bitch act, I just need him to charge at me.

"Hey... I'm sorry, you're really not that scary..." I say 'sweetly'. The man charges at me with a roar and I spring into action.

With one move I duck, grab my knife, and slash the man's side. The cuts deep enough I likely punctured his lung.

I stare at him for a moment as he lays dying before turning to hisoka.

"Let's go." Is all I say, moving across the room to the now open door.

We walk another couple hours, hisoka 'accidentally' pushing me into traps and setting off my bracelet so I'd stumble down the hall.

I'm sure he got off on it.

You know what? That actually really pisses me off.

So I turn around and glare at him, the room spinning as I leaned against the wall. "Stop bean' an asshole." I mumble out, my muscles not wanting to work.

Hisoka walked toward me, a smirk on his face as he placed his hand on my hip.

"Thats not a very nice thing to say..." he says, leaning in too close. The touch was too much, too intimate, too sexual as he trailed it down towards my thighs.

I wasn't planning on doing this to him, but this was taking it too far...

"Do you think it's ok to touch people like this because you were touched this way during your most formative years?" I ask, surprising even myself with how clear I was speaking through the numb haze of the morphine.

"Someone in your life was really strong, you looked up to them. They taught you everything you know and the did things to you didn't they hisoka?"

"You know it's wrong, on some level. But your brain was still forming when it happened and now it's hard to rewire. So you think it's ok to do the same thing to others, probably as young as when this mentor started doing it to you right?" I asked, hisoka nearly freezing in his tracks.

"You think you're some big bad man with all the power, you think people look up to you the same way you looked up to your mentor. But I saw what you wherein a second, a child longing for a meaningful friendship. Were you find an equal that doesn't want those things from you. You don't know how to express that though, you're so hyper sexual you ruin it for yourself and then you fall right back into those same patterns. You know it's not good, but it's where your nervous system is most comfortable." I explain.

Hisoka just looks, well, shell shocked.

"You're trying to fall into that with gon, and I'm not gonna let that happen. So you better be prepared to enter an emotionally stable friendship with me that has boundaries and expectations cuz I'm about heal the fuck out of you." I state, poking his chest harshly before turning, taking a single step, and passing the fuck out.

Damn morphine.

I woke up sometime I few hours later, presumably at the bottom of the tower with hisoka and the purple dude, who where currently playing cards. Still drugged out of my mind I sit up. Tired and groggy as I look at my surrounding, noticing that one of the purple man's pins was sticking out at the side of his head.

"Your needle... sticking out, loose... should like, stick it back in probably." I mumble out before turning back around to nap the rest of the drugs off.

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Again a newly revised chapter. Hope yall like it. Illumi will be popping in soon.

I wanted to show off Matsudas skill on reading people. Hopefully he didn't hit hisoka too hard with the truth bomb 😭

Love yall and thank you for reading!