\\ ᴛᴀᴍᴀsʜɪ // killua x reader (OC)

ᴛʜᴇ x ᴋᴜʀᴛᴀ x ᴄʟᴀɴ

IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE PICTURE, BUT I COULDN'T RESIST HGFHSNSNJ-

\\Annya (POV)\\

I carefully stood next to Gon and our whole group watched as Kurapika stood in front of his masked enemy. The guy still had his hand cuffs on and coat, but I noticed some blue things near his hands. Is he sick?

The hand cuffs disappears as the man took off his coat. Leorio freaked out at the view as I stared blankly. What the-

"YAAAAH!" A blue man with muscles shouted. He had a tattoo on his chest with 19 red hearts. He had also green hair around his forehead and a very weird statue.

Majitani. Multiple crimes. 108 year sentence.

I frowned at the guy as he grasped out something, very weird. This Majitani guy is really a weirdo...

"T-that is one freaky body!" Leorio gasped as he and Tompa looked hella scared. Gon and I where rather surprised.

"Yeah, and face!" Killua pointed out.

Kurapika was yet calm, looking at the huge man with blank expression.

"Ya see this kid?" Majitani asked. "I've killed 19 people so far," he said as I lifted my head. So that's what those tattoos are for. "But it's such an uneven number, to tell the truth it kinda bugs me!" He exclaimed as I shot my eyes. "Hehe! I've been waiting to meet number 20 for a while!" He squeaked as a maniacal laugh escaped his huge mouth with only a few teeth.

I tilted my head to the side. Is this guy trying to scare Kurapika?

"Oh great, we're dealing with a serial killer..." Leorio grinned his teeth.

I only glanced at him.

"The only way we do this, is if we put our life's to the line! It's all enough, ya hear me, you brat?!" He laughed like a sick pig. "Give me blood, spill and trance, and sweet agony!" He yelled.

I calmly looked at the guy. "Looks like Kurapika won't have a lot of problem..." I murmured so no one could hear me.

"Very well," Kurapika said as the blue guy stopped laughing and widened his eyes. "You can decide how we settle this. And I will accept it," Kurapika said casually, yet respectfully.

"Hehe!" Majitani grinned. "You've got some balls, kid!"

I slowly I inhaled and exhaled, trying to control the grin on my face. That sounded so wrong that it's even funny-

"Then your accepting a death match? We go until one of us dies, or admits defeat, and not a second earlier you got me?!" He explained. I raised a brow. Why is this talk taking so long? "However, don't think that surrender or admit of defeat will stop me! Never has, and never will, so get it out of your head right now!" I blinked. Yea, sure...

"Fine, I accept," Kurapika said stopping Majitani from laughing. Kurapika then throw away his long blue top, and stood with his white stiff clothes. I looked at my white shirt and blue skirt and decided that I'm never going to wear this again.

For another thought Majitani looked like he was kicked in the guts. It seemed like he was somehow confused and pained. "Looks like someone's struggling," I mounted as I walked over to Killua. He slightly grinned.

"Hold on! There's a thing I forgot to mention!" The blue guy shouted. "Absolutely, no weapons are allowed! So this has to be a simple, fist fight!" Ahh. I see. So he is worrying about Kurapika winning or not being scared? Oh well. I expected a little more.

"Even if I'm an examiner, I'm still a prisoner. That means that I'm not allowed to carry weapons!" Majitani stated.

"That makes sense. I understand," Kurapika calmly said as he took out two sticks collected by rope. "Is there anything else you forgot? If not, I'd like to get started."