𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Hisoka Morow Soulmate AU

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Author: agent_cupcake (on ao3)

my glasses always be fogging 😞

ALSO WEAR UR MF MASK to those who don't

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The hour was tipped onto the flip side of midnight when you stepped out of your apartment and into the chilly autumn air, but not so far that the world was ready to awaken. The streets were quiet and empty, and darkness wrapped a comforting veil around you as you took to the sidewalks.

Insomnia had driven you out of bed when the desperate chase of unconsciousness became nothing more than a restless and sweaty shuffle over your scratchy sheets, but you didn't necessarily mind taking to your usual time killer of late night walks. It was actually quite comforting.

Cooler colors reigned supreme in the night, allowing you to ignore the ache you felt at missing half the spectrum, and by extension, half of your soul. Or Soulmate, as it was. You couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh at that thought. Sometimes you wondered if running away to become a Hunter had been a mistake, that you'd missed your other half by leaving normalcy behind.

You were deep in thought, walking on the street corner that had your favorite pizza place, when you heard a scream. Not an ordinary 'drunken shenanigans' sort of yelp, but a bone rattling shriek of terror. Every hair on your body stood on end, your head whipping around and into the direction it'd come from.

When it came again, choked this time, you had no hesitation in acting on the impulse to rush to that person's aid. Whatever fatigue you'd felt from the lack of sleep escaped your mind as you dashed at full speed towards the sound, body and mind already preparing themselves for a dangerous situation.

Perhaps it was nothing more than Hunter's intuition that you were walking into a very bad situation, although later you'd look back and wonder if it was fate.

The scream had come from the old and rundown shopping district, which had mainly become a place for homeless. Tonight it was empty, even the rodents had abandoned ship. Screams like that sent those not looking for trouble as far aways as possible, but there was something supernatural about the lack of life around.

No matter what, it meant that you were the only one who could help.

It was only upon arriving at the scene that it occured to you that you probably should have called the police, that it wasn't your job to fight crime, but in that moment you also knew that police would be useless. Standing in the empty and trash-strewn street was a Nen user. The strongest you'd seen since moving to the city.

He stood over the last remaining survivor, three dead already lying on the ground.

"Stop!" you demanded of him, feet planted firmly and back straight to hide your disgusted fear at the scene. To present yourself as a strong and brave threat.

The killer's eyes slid to you, his attention diverted from the man he'd been readying to attack. A bloody playing card was poised between his fingers, but that wasn't the only unsettling feature you noticed.

Aside from his pale skin and some of the colors on his strangely costume-like clothes, the man must have been painted up all in warm colors, meaning that all you saw were varying shades of gray. Even the makeup, a star and teardrop on his cheeks, were gray.

None of that was as unnerving as his eyes, which shone a light silver. What were they in reality, red?

Of course, all of those details were dwarfed by his overwhelming Aura, which you could sense in its frightening entirety. Not only was he strong, but you'd never felt such blood lust. It was terrifying, but it also pissed you off. The man he was fighting was such an insignificantly weak Nen user, he wouldn't even be a threat to you. It was like watching a tiger rip apart an infant.