"Attention all applicants. The Chairman wishes to interview you. When you hear your number, come to the reception room on the second floor. We'll start with Number 44, Mr. Hisoka. Thank you for your cooperation."
"Interviews?" Lilah asked, and Gon shrugged his shoulders. "I guess so."
"Maybe this is something required for the Final Phase," Kurapika assumed.
"Eh, I'm gonna go get some food. You wanna come Kurapika?" Leorio asked.
He shook his head. "I'd rather not right now. I need to check in with someone at the moment, but maybe later."
"Alright. Delilah, Gon?"
"Yeah, sure. I could go for some food right now," Lilah eagerly accepted.
"Let me go get Killua, and we can eat together!"
Lilah laughed as he bolted off, and found Killua by the vending machines. She smiled and looked out of the airship's window, the sun going down and creating a brilliant orange aura around the vessel.
"Please, make yourself comfortable."
Hisoka strode into the room, eyeing the Chairman, who was sitting a few feet ahead of him.
"Don't tell me that this is the Final Phase." He taunted, a blank look on his face.
"Not the test itself, you understand. I just have a few questions, mostly to satisfy my own curiosity."
He sneered and walked closer, sitting himself down opposite the Chairman.
"To start with, why do you want to become a Hunter?"
He sighed and lazily looked at the nails on his right hand.
"To be frank, I don't but..."
"Go on?"
"A Hunter license can be incredibly useful," he began in a sinister tone.
"Oh? And how so?" The Chairman asked, writing down something on his scroll.
"For example, Hunters can often kill without any fear of prosecution," he ended, his aura growing darker with each word.
"I understand. Moving on to the next question, out of the other eight applicants, who are you keeping a close eye on?"
Hisoka scoffed lightly and trailed his eyes to the ground, a sneer creeping onto his pale lips.
"Number 99."
"Oh."
"405 also caught my eye, but not like 99. I would have to include Number 406, but there hasn't been a lot of skill I've seen on her part. On the other hand, I would love to challenge Number 99 one day."
"Well, one last question and we're done. Which of the other eight remaining applicants would you least want to fight?"
He smiled with a small chuckle and began speaking.
"That would be numbers 405 and 406, Though, number 99's a close third."
"Ah," the Chairman wrote down his observations.
"The time simply isn't right for them. As for now, I'd have to say number 405."
"Hm, understood."
His aura grew heavier, and his eyes locked with the Chairman's in a sadistic way.
"However, the one I would most like to fight right now...would have to be you."
"Well, thank you very much, that'll be all." Unfazed, he thanked him.
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Shuffle The Deck
FanfictionIt was as if she had a missing piece. Raised by a lethal family of professional assassins, Delilah Suibami took on the weight of the world each day at a time. She had been taught to stay in her lane and follow the footsteps of her sibling figurehead...
