A Game called "Love" (Hisoka x reader)

Chapter one; Butterflies

I walked into the meeting place for the exam, bubbling with excitement. I was finally gonna be able to fulfill my dreams! I will past this hunter exam, no matter what it takes.

I could feel many different peoples aura's, some were hardly detectable while others were strong and powerful, sending a shiver up my spine. I could still defend my self, yes. But I wasn't really in the mood to make some powerful, hunter to-be, wanna swing hands with me so I made a mental note to steer clear of them.

I looked down at my number pin that wad attached to the left side of my black tank top. Number 42. I frowned a bit, I didn't like that number but it is what it is.

Bringing my gaze down to my feat, my brows furrowed. Why did I bring my converse? I don't fucking know.

My out fit consisted of a black tank top, black baggy ripped jeans and a belt. Now I know what your thinking, Black baggy jeans? Really? They are actually very comfortable and very durable, mind you. And they look good!

I looked up and scanned the room, observing the contestants. I cringed a little bit when I saw a clown looking guy and a dude who was a literal pin cushion to a bunch of needles, they both had very strong aura's radiating off them.

Scanning the room once more, I noticed that many more people have arrived.

My eyes landed on a group of four people, 2 boys that looked to be around 12, one with the whitest hair I have ever seen, and one with pointy green hair that seemed like a ball of sunshine.

The other two looked to have a greater age difference between them, one with blonde hair and one with black, looking to be in his late 20's possibly while the other looked to be just in his teenage years. And odd bunch really, but they looked like the are already starting to bond greatly.

(Ik Gon and Killua didn't meet until the first phase began, but for the sake of the story, deal with it.)

Then a plump man with brown hair came up to me with a friendly smile.

"Hey! I havent seen you around, you a rookie?"

I smiled lightly, "Yes I am a rookie, Y/n. And you are?"

"I'm Tonpa! And to celebrate our friendship lets share a drink, aye?"

My smile brightened. "Of course!"

He chuckled and handed me a drink, I opened the can and immediately frowned. "I'm sorry, but I think I have to cut our friendship short. I really don't appreciate my friends trying to drug me, I'm sure it was a mistake but it cant be forgiven!" I said sadly.

He sweat-dropped then looked at me weirdly concerning the tone of my voice.

I smiled at him, but as I walked past him I dumped the orange drink on his head and hissed out; "Pig."

I rolled my eyes as I heard him gasp at more of the cold substance that soaked his greasy body more then my insult.

People like him irritated me, but I wasn't aloud to be irritated much longer as a scream broke the light chatter, making the room fall silent.

As the shrill voice kept disturbing the room I quickly made my way to the commotion to fine a oddly beautiful but gruesome scene.

A man had fallen to his knee's as his right arm was disintegrating into butterflies. It wouldn't take a genius to realize the clown man, or number 44 has done this.

I awed a little bit at the sight, "Interesting.." I mumbled. I had never seen something like this before. The men beside me must have heard me as they scooted away, but I didn't mind. I didn't want to stand by them anyways. They smelled of body odor.