gho(st)²ories (yan/obsessive chrollo x reader)

Act 7, Chapter 3

"You really didn't have to.." you started as you, reluctantly, took what Hisoka had brought for you.

"Oh I gladly did, everything for my favourite co-worker." he interrupted, pressing the covered up plate he took with him further against your body, shooting a wink at you.

the words and the wink made you hurl.

and even if Chrollo wasn't present right know, you could tell how the air shifted ever so slightly by how unwelcome he preceived the guest to be.

wordlessly you turned around to put the plate on the counter in the kitchen.

since the content of the plate was covered you couldn't tell what it was despite that it must be something to eat.

when you returned to the living room Hisoka wasn't on the seat on the sofa where you had left him on.

you just wanted to call out for him when you spot his red hair vanishing in the hallway to the guest bath- and bedroom.

with a rather quick pace you followed behind him.

"How about you show me around?" he asked as if it was okay for him to just explore your home like that.

his gaze laid on one of the paintings that hang in the hallway, they were from your great aunt and you found them pretty enough to leave them there.

you just wanted to answer when he spoke once more.

"that is a beautiful painting!" he said, almost something like excitement in his voice.

"I don't know who it's by, i didn't purchase them. my great aunt-" you said but once again got interrupted by Hisoka.

if he keeps on doing that, you will lose your mind eventually.

"I think it's 'The death of Socrates' by Jaques Louis David." he said.

(a/n: for reference, see the picture at the top of the chapter)

you didn't realise that your jaw dropped until he, rudly, pointed it out.

"I went trough some of his works in College." he added after making you collect yourself.

you bit down on the comment on your tongue 'you went to college?'.

''It displicts a lot if red, most of Jaque's art does in fact. could be because he often paints death related paintings. you know, red has always been symbolic of blood and life.

The universal color of blood binds us all together, giving us a common point of empathy for anyone that’s hurting. perhaps because of that connection to pain, the color red is also used as a warning.

as the most intense and easily seen color, our eyes and minds quickly become trained to understand that red means 'stop', making us think before proceeding. and since red is such an intense, hot color, it’s often used to show passion. emotions like anger, love, or shame can all lead to a rising inner temperature and a quickly beating heart, leaving us red with anger, burning with love, or scarlet with shame.

all of that combines to make red, by far, the most emotionally charged color of the entire color spectrum. There is no other color that makes every living thing as emotional as red does."

you had to refrain yourself from dropping open your jaw once more.

the way he spoke so easily about it reminded you of Chrollo when the two of you would discuss a book you both read.

Hisoka's choice of words made him almost seem intelligent, intellectual and almost like someone you'd enjoy to talk to more.

but, just like always, he couldn't keep that illusion up for you for long as he added "but you wouldn't understand" with a swift of his hand, shushing you down before you even planned on saying something.

this guy really made you see all red and you had to close your eyes and take a silent, deep breath to not take the remade painting and hit him in the head with it.

"So, what's behind that door.." he asked but made it more a statement as he opened the guestrooms door.

you thanked yourself quietly that you made the bed earlier as you couldn't have stand Hisoka asking if you had a visitor tonight which you were sure he would've asked.

he looked around the room quietly for a moment before walking to the window and looking outside.

"a beautiful view." he said, admiring the sight of the forest seperating your property on one side of the rode from what was natures.

for a moment he even almost stared at a singular edge of the white-painted wooden window frame before walking back to you and leaving the room.

next he invited himself  into the bathroom, the door across the guestrooms.

there wasn't much to say about this room either before he almost instructed you to show him around upstairs as well.

you didn't feel all too comfortable showing him around though, when he was walking upstairs behind you you could feel how his eyes burned inside the back of your head.

only swiftly had you let him see your bedroom and your bathroom before moving on.

to your surprise he didn't seem all to interested in those but he seemed all the more interested in the study room.

he looked around the first two bookshelves, reading some of the titles just like you had done once.

and then, almost slowly and carefully, he made his way tot he third and last.

"you've got quiet some strange books here, I didn't really expect you to be into the paranormal realm if i do say so myself (y/n)." he said, taking one of the books on the top if the shelf out and pretending to scan through the brief description of the contents of it.

you were standing in the door frame, looking out the window of the top floor from afar.

you were practically looking in the same direction Hisoka was looking in as he was busy on the bookshelf that was closest to the front wall if the house.

"oh, they're not mine actually. i think from all the books in here I only read a handful.." you said.

you had added the books you had brought with you to the small library of books since reading through them so Chrollo could tale a read at them as well.

"then whose are those?" Hisoka asked, putting the book he examined back on it's place.